Did I waist my youth?
Am I waisting my life?
Why can't I sleep?
Why can't I stay awake?
Sentences, words and syllables swirling through my head.
Yet theres nothing but an empty page.
Luke groaned, scrunching up the white sheet of paper and aimed it towards the trash bin, luckily it bounced of the wall and into the small wire bin. The blonde checked the clock on his wall, which read 6.04pm. Luke stood to both feet, staggering over to his kitchen, which was hardly considered a kitchen. A small broken refrigerator that kept him awake at night, a stove that was covered with grime and dirt, a tiny sink filled with dirty dishes, and his microwave which is the most used object in the whole dingy apartment.
He searched through his fridge, the light bulb flickering every few seconds. Soon enough coming across a box of fried rice, a weak smile sketched its way onto Luke's pastel pink lips. He placed the delicious food into the microwave, impatiently tapping his foot against the wooden floor boards, noting himself to mop them. The blonde knew he would never clean but it made him feel grown up, pretending as if he would.
The timer went off causing the man to jump, startled. Luke happily grabbed the white box, and walked over to the couch placing the warm meal on his coffee table. A quiet tap filled the apartment, Luke raised his left eyebrow confused to who could possibly be here. His limited amount of friends lived on the other side of the world, and they would surely tell him if they were visiting. Luke shrugged, ignoring the sound he couldn't be bothered being social, like every other day of his life.
The faint tap now becoming an irritating knock. The blonde boy rolled his eyes, and began to walk towards the wooden door. He pulled the door open, tiredly staring at the figure in front of him. Splashes of lilac and sunset pink, beryl eyes and ghostly pale skin covering his vision. "Hello?" Luke spoke, more of a question.
"Oh hi, um, are you-Luke Hemmings?" the boy asked kindly, looking down at the note pad in his hand.
"Yeah.. Why?"
"Oh!" the coloured haired boy smiled, finally making eye contact with Luke. Luke noticed the younger-looking boy gazing upon his whole body, a smile tugging at the corners of the strangers lips. The blonde coughed awkwardly, now more then curious to why this younger boy was here. "Yeah-right-um, I saw your flyer saying you are in need of a roommate and it said to come over at six Saturday night, to talk over details and I really need somewhere to stay so like-"
Luke quickly cut him off, this coloured haired lad sure liked to ramble, and Luke couldn't keep up a conversation nor did he care about communication. "Oh god, I forgot about that.. Uhm" The blonde mumbled glancing behind his shoulder into the destroyed department. Luke shrugged, shaking his head in disgrace at his own home. "Well you can come in and look around and if you still need somewhere to stay we'll talk about rent details" Luke had no idea how roommates worked, he figured no one would actually read his flyers. The only reason he posted them was because he was really running low on money and barely payed for rent let alone food and essentials.
"Ok, great!" The boy spoke enthusiastically, before pausing and bringing out his pale hand. Luke hesitantly grasped Michaels hand shaking it, murmuring a "well come in." The blonde noticed his hands were somehow more pale then the rest of his skin and covered in paint-shades of warm brown and gloomy greens.
"I'm Michael."
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Hey.. So uh it's been a while huh? So sorry about that.. I'm gonna start updating again, also I'm going to pay most attention to this book. Seen as it means a lot to me.. I've figured out the whole plot, just need to finish writing it.
I've been struggling with a lot of things at the moment, and have lost motivation to write and well do anything. I think this story is going to inspire me to start writing again, because I've missed it so much and I'm just very excited about this book.
Hope all of you're good, if you ever need you can message me, always here for a chat about anything !
Love you lots x
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Heart of a dying star // Muke
Фанфик"Not to spoil the ending for you, but everything is going to be okay." "How can you be so sure? Stories do have a mind of their own." Artist!Michael Writer!Luke