All The Mistakes I've Made

Part three

When Luke finally pried his eyes open, he was laying on his right side, facing the window that was letting sunlight flood into the room. He could feel a thin layer of dried sweat over his entire body, as well as a small yet growing hangover headache towards the back of his head. Just as he was about to roll over and walk to the bathroom to take a shower, memories of the previous night flushed back into his head.

He remembered everything; the party, the car ride back, the fans-oh god, did he really say that stuff to the fans?-and, of course, his realization about Michael.

Luke then also remembered that Michael should be back by now. But he wasn't in bed with him.

The blond boy took a few deep breaths before gathering enough courage to roll over and face Michael's bed. Thankfully, the older boy was there. Luke was surprised he didn't wake up when Michael came back. The boy across the room from Luke was lying on top of all the covers of his bed, fully clothed, and completely spread out on his back.

Luke laid there for a minute, just watching Michael's chest rise and fall in a steady pattern in his deep sleep. Even in a drunken slumber, Michael still looked gorgeous. His hair looked slightly matted down, but it didn't look greasy or gross like Luke's probably did. His eyes were closed softly and his lips were parted ever so slightly. The same lips the blond boy hadn't stopped thinking about in the past two days.

Luke decided that it would be best if his next move would be to take a shower; a long, hot, cleansing shower, where he could think straight for once and figure a few things out. He finally hoisted himself up and walked across the room-passing Michael, but not letting himself even steal a glance at him-and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped in. The blistering hot water hit Luke's neck, sending instant relief to every aching bone in his body. He immersed himself in the water and attempted to gather his thoughts.

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Luke felt a hundred times better when he stepped out of the shower than when he got in. He had forced himself to stay in as long as it took for him to address his problem and find a solution to it. He was tired of shoving his emotions to the back of his head to confront at a later date. He had danced around it far too long.

He had narrowed it down to 3 main things. The first thing was, well, Luke was gay. This was surprisingly not as earthshattering to Luke as it probably should have been. He knew everyone in his life would be accepting of him for who he was and who he loved. Maybe the public wouldn't be, but he didn't care about them-they didn't need to know. At least not immediately. The only people that needed to know were his family and the three boys he called his best friends. Maybe he had always been gay, maybe it's happened in the past few years. Maybe he wasn't even GAY, but BISEXUAL. All Luke knew was that he had never felt this way about anybody in his life except for Michael.

That was another main thing Luke had come to terms with. It had been like a battle was going on inside him for what seemed like forever, and finally, he gave up the fight. Luke was, as crazy and insane as it sounds, was in love with his best friend. Michael. He was in love with Michael. He didn't know how it started, what caused it or why, but this feeling the blond boy had for his red haired friend was a lot more than a little crush.

Luke loved the way Michael would get excited over small things. Luke loved the way Michael would get overexcited about a victory in a video game, rubbing it in all of his opponents faces. Luke loved the way Michael would drop everything he was doing to listen to something Luke had to say if he could tell it was important. Luke loved the way Michael would captivate the entire audience when his solo came up. Luke loved the way Michael preferred to cuddle something-or someone-when he slept. Luke loved the way Michael liked to cuddle HIM when he slept.