Heart of a dying star // Muke

Heart of a dying star | Roommates

Luke didn't remember falling asleep last night, so he was more then confused when being awoken to his phone vibrating next to him. The most recent book he was reading was laying on his chest rising with every soft breathe. That book being The curious incident of the dog in the night-time by Maek Haddon. Luke had read the book before, although not for a long time so last night he decided he'd re-read it because it was simply a fantastic novel. The blonde flickered his eyes open, although they slowly drooped back down. Blindly, Luke searched for his phone in the many sheets and pillows that covered his bed. Soon enough grasping the device he clicked the green icon and pressed it to his ear. "Hello" he barely spoke, his voice deep and rasp.

"Uh hello, it's Michael from yesterday."

Luke yawned, nodding to himself remembering the pretty lilac haired boy. "Why are you calling at an ungodly hour?"

"Um, Luke, it's 2pm" Michael replied with a soft chuckle.

"Shit! Seriously?" Luke groaned, forcing his body up causing the room to spin, well his mind really.

"Yep" Michael paused, Luke could practically feel his smile through the phone. Michael seemed like such a happy-go character, he would love to thread him into a story. "How-how are you?" Mike asked politely, trying to start a conversation with the anti-social blonde man.

"'m tired" Luke held back a child like whine.

Michael waited for the question in return but only received silence. "Anyways, I called just to say I accept the offer. If its ok with you? When can I move in?"

The older boys eyes widened why would anyone want to live in his apartment? Was Michael really that desperate? Luke choked on his own breathe, patting down his chest. "Oh! Yeah, whenever you want I guess" the blonde shook his head as if someone else was in the room.

"Great, great, thanks, well I'll see you soon then Luke, bye!" the happy coloured haired boy exclaimed.

"Bye, Michael."

Luke forced back a weak smile. Michael seemed like such a genuine guy, so full of life and ambition. What happened to Luke? When did the blonde stop being like that? Or Maybe he never was like the other boy.

His eyes scanned his room, his eyes gazing the space full of creativity and clutter. He gently rested the book on his bedside table, realising he still had a few pages until the book ended. Luke hated when a great novel ended. When he was younger he'd stop reading the book before the ending because he never wanted the story to finish. Maybe the ending scared him, who knew what could happen? A humbling page full of love or a traumatic tragedy? Or maybe he never wanted to leave that better universe, why couldn't he just live in a fantasy? Why'd everything have to come to an end?

Luke snapped out of his thoughts, he wanted to be productive today and getting lost inside his mind wouldn't help. The elder crawled out of bed, a inaudible yawn leaving his thin lips. He pulled open the curtains, smiling out at the typical London weather, small droplets of water running down his frost covered windows.

The dirty blonde pulled a grey jumper out of his closets and grabbed the nearest pair of torn skinny jeans of the dusty, wooden floor boards. Luke searched for a fresh pair of underwear, luckily finding a pair in the bottom of his draw, and two opposite coloured socks. He reminded himself to do the laundry that was badly piling up. Luke dragged his feet to his bathroom, shivering at the cold air that filled the tiled room. He turned the shower on allowing the room to fill with steam and took a quick shower, he didn't like to spend to much time simply because he couldn't afford the water bill. Although he did miss long, heated showers.

After getting dressed Luke sat at his broken couch, munching on some supermarket brand sugary cereal. The blonde hoped the milk wasn't off but he was to lazy to check the off by date. He shrugged at the thought shoving another spoonful into his mouth.

Scanning over the stacks of paper that spread across his coffee table, mumbling the words of a new story line. He bit harshly onto his lip, maybe just maybe this book would be his big break.

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"As if you're going to move out" Ashton muttered, staring out the glass panel window that overlooked the city of London. Ashton adored Michaels apartment, he spent a most his time there with coloured haired boy.

Michael shrugged, taping up the last of his cardboard boxes. "I don't wanna live alone anymore, I hate being alone."

"But-but this place is fucking amazing!" Ashton exclaimed, his eyes gazing over the large living space. The cream painted room was filled with all Michaels beautiful art, spotless marble floors and a never ending city view.

"Well my new place is well.. Um.. its interesting" Michael chuckled. Sure the young successful artist could practically live in whatever apartment building he wanted, although he was always alone. So he was more then happy to get a roommate, sure Luke was quiet and a bit awkward but Michael assumed he just needed to open up a bit.

"So when do you move in?"

"Well Luke said whenever I want" Michael trailed off, a sheepish smile finding its way to his rose pink lips. "I'll probably just show up tonight."

Michaels apartment was massive, and stunningly modern. The younger adult had filled it with many types of art but it never quite felt right. All he wanted was simply a home.

Chapter 3

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