The Soulmate Program *editing* // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 12 [unedited]

Kay's pov

I shifted around in my bed. My bed felt different. It felt like the couch in Michaels house. Wait this is the couch in Michael's house. And this pillow is a person.

I shot up and looked around. I was in fact at Michael's house. And it was Luke's lap that I was sleeping on.

I looked at the sleeping boy next to me. His head was tilted to the side with his mouth hanging open. When he wakes up I can guarantee his neck will hurt, that looks so uncomfortable.

"Stop staring," a whisper left his lips and his eyes slowly opened. I quickly looked down and mumbled that I wasn't staring.

"I could feel your eyes on me," he chuckled.

Fuck his morning voice it hot.

I blushed at the thought and replied, "You must be really tired because I was not looking at you."

"Mhmm, sure, I'm hungry where's Mike?" He asked waking up more.

"I dunno, I just woke up." I yawned in the middle of my sentence.

"Well I'm gonna find- ah shit." He said looking down on the floor where he was standing.

"What," I got up and walked behind the couch, which is where he was walking, and there on the floor was a sleeping Michael.

"Hey, Mike, wake up," Luke kicked his side.

"Luke!" I scolded, "don't just kick him!"

"How are we supposed to wake him up?" he raises his voice

"Shut the fuck up." Michael groaned.

"You don't need to wake him up," I pointed out the obvious.

"Luke what the fuck, did you kick me," Michael whined.

"Not that hard!" Luke defended.

"It's fucking bruising you idiot," Michael lifted the side of his shirt, while he was still on the floor.

"Sorry Mike, I didn't mean-" Luke started.

"Shut up Luke." Michael finally began to stand up while mumbling, "you play fucking football, why would even kick me if you know you have a hard fucking kick."

"I'm hungry, make me food."
Michael ordered. Luke shuffled to the fridge and opened it. There were multiple plates with different types of leftover pizza on it.

"I can't tell which pizza's are good, and which ones will give us food poisoning." Luke muttered. He picked up a plate and made a face at the pizza and opened the trash to throw it out.

We didn't hear the front door open because of Michael yelling, "Don't you fucking dare throw away my pizza!"

"Hey don't swear." Ashton and Calum walked in to the kitchen.

"I do what I want, I'm punk rock." Michael glared at him.

"No your not." Calum said and sneezed shortly after.

"Anyways, Mike this pizza is turning green, I'm throwing it away." Luke said and dumped in.

"No!" Michael screeched and ran over to the trash. He looked inside and frowned at the moldy pizza.

"It would have been fine," he frowned and sat back down.

I peeked into the trash and it actually was turning green, "Ew, Mikey, it literally has mold on it."

"So?" he said loudly, "no pizza will ever be-"

"Michael, you are yelling." Ashton cut him off.