Baby Steps

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The car ride was mostly filled with Green Day and Blink 182, with a mix of Michaels beautiful singing and Luke's humming. They soon pulled into Michaels driveway, where michael frowned.

"What's wrong mikey?" Luke asked the sad boy in his passenger seat.

"If I go inside my mom will complain about what I'm wearing, or the fact I left for so long today" the boy said, sadness evident in his voice.

Luke was sad. Michael didn't deserve that, not at all. He was beautiful and he couldn't help but be happy when the bubbly boy with pink hair was around.

"Just go inside and ignore her. Text me as soon as your in your room." Luke said softly. The pink haired boy smiled at this. He gave luke a cheeky wave before rushing inside. Luke waiting for his text before he left.

He heard yelling. Names being thrown, mostly his mom yelling, maybe even a male voice yelling at michael too. Luke couldn't stand it. This beautiful boy was being yelled at.

Luke couldn't stand it.

He knocked on the door, being faced with an angry mother.

Shit.

Michael quickly saw luke, rushing over, tears streaming down his face.

"What are you doing here?"

"You said you were sleeping at my place, so I came to pick you up" Luke said, winking at Mikey.

Michael couldn't be more grateful.

He quickly followed the blonde boy to his car, getting it opposite of luke, and driving away.

The ride was silent, not even music being played. Luke had his hand on Michaels knee, rubbing his thumb along it to calm him down. Michael let out a few sniffles, calming when he noticed Luke's hand on his knee.

Luke stole glances at the beauty beside him whenever he could. The way his jaw was formed perfectly, covered by beautiful cheeks. The way his lips would move against each other, a nervous habit of biting them.

Luke couldn't help but smile. He could tell he was making michael happy. That's all luke wanted. He just wanted michael to be happy.

Michael finally calmed down. He didn't know why luke came in, but he's glad he did. His parents are so mad, he didn't know what they're gonna do.

But michael didn't care, not now. All that mattered was he was going ti Luke's house.

Luke pulled into his driveway and michael suddenly started smiling widely. All he wanted was to cuddle with the tall blonde boy, maybe watch some movies, or just talk. Michael couldn't wait.

Luke looked at michael and smiled.
This boy looked happy. Michael wasn't usually happy, but luke had TAHT affect on him.

Luke loved michael. He knew he did. He couldn't help it, he's just lovable.
And he would have asked him out by now if he didn't have something standing in his way.

Luke hoped michael wouldn't find out. Maybe he could get rid of the thing blocking the relationship before michael even found out.

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Luke brought michael inside, carrying the poor broken boy Bridal style inside his home. He brought him upstairs and placed the boy on his bed.

"Lift your arms mikey" Luke said softly. Michael obeyed, putting his arms up. Luke took the hem of his shirt and removed it, digging through his drawers and finding a big sweater, before putting it on the lilac haired boy sitting before him. He then removed his jeans, letting mikey sleep in his boxers.

Michael blushed as luke removed and replaced his clothes. What if luke thought he was ugly? What If luke thought he wasn't good enough?
These thoughts flooded Michaels mind, making him worried and self cautious. But all those thoughts vanished when luke carried him into bed and pulled him close, only then realizing that luke is in his sweatpants, and not shirt.

Michael smiled. He was happy. He was actually happy.

Luke wrapped his arm around Michaels torso, running his other hand through the boys lilac hair, making him let out little noises of happiness, much like a kitten. That's what mikey was, a kitten.

Michael curled up into Luke's side,mumbling "can we sleep?" Before luke replied with a simple hum, pulling the blankets up and holding the boy closer. He could get used to this.

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Luke woke up the next morning with a heavy weight on his chest. He opened his eyes and soon discovered that he had a cat on his chest. Also known as mikey.

Mikey slept peacefully, nose twitching and small snores leaving his mouth. Luke was mesmerized. He couldn't help but stare in awe at the beauty that slept before him. He couldn't help but smile every time he made any noise at all.

Michael woke up and yawned, opening his eyes to see a blonde boy staring back at him. Michael instantly started to smile.

"Morning lukey" Michael said, curling up on the blonde's chest.

"Morning sunshine" luke said, running his fingers through Michaels hair.

"I'm gonna make waffles, want some?" Luke said as he pet Michaels hair.

"Sounds perfect" the lilac haired boy replied.

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Michael came downstairs, still in Luke's sweater, to the smell of waffles. He smiled as the smell entered his nose.

Luke put a few waffles on two plated amd set the table, smiling as he saw michael.

"Hey mikey. Here's your waffles" Luke said, sitting at the table. Michael sat beside him, digging into the big plate of waffles that sat before him. Michael was starving, he hasn't eaten since he had that cheese toastie yesterday.

"So I was thinking we could go downtown and go shopping today" Luke said as he stuffed more waffle into his mouth.

Michael smiled widely. He was gonna spend a whole day with luke.

"And we can have a movie marathon tonight, and tomorrow we can go to the beach" Luke said, making a bunch of plans.

"I have to eventually go back home" Michael sighed. "Even if I don't want to"

Luke sighed. "Just live with me. I don't want you getting hurt. We can pick up your important things at your house after our day out." Michael smiled. He would he happy with luke. Maybe happier than he could ever be.

"You sure you want to? I wouldn't be in the way?" Michael smiled.

"Of course not"

"I would love to live with you"

A/N: I know it seems to be moving fast but trust me, things barely begun -E


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