library boy (muke a.u.)

two: great book

it was another normal afternoon for luke — staring at the green-eyed prince who was working his cute little ass off for an assignment in a distance at the library. being able to watch michael in his element, just watching him even, was a huge blessing to luke. the way he whips his head from one side to another, frantically trying to locate relevant information, or even when he sticks out his tongue as he jots down key ideas, luke admired everything.

luke has been doing this for about a year and a half, ever since he walked in to school on the first day of freshman year, when his eyes hit the previously pastel blue haired boy, luke has been in like.

in love? luke wasn't so sure yet.

he didn't want to fall in love with someone who he has never even had a conversation with, nor any contact possible other than having a proper conversation.

he didn't even know if michael knew he existed until that encounter in class with michael when they shared a small smile with each other after luke had made a dramatic entrance to class.

luke was however frustrated. he never had the guts to go up and talk to michael, bad boy or not. there was simply something that luke found michael absolutely intimidating, so 'bad boy-ish' to the extent where it made the 'real bad boys' absolutely terrified. maybe it was because of how smart michael was, or maybe it was luke's self-confidence wavering.

until he could muster the courage —he would probably need as much as he could get, luke was left with the only option to stare at the beauty from afar.

today, michael was doing ap physics.

luke never understood why michael took so many ap classes at only sophomore year. he could barely survive the boring cluster of lessons put together by teachers to educate him of one out of three ap classes he took, not to mention five.

but there michael was, scribbling away on his famous pastel pink five subject notebook that he carried everywhere. by everywhere, luke literally meant everywhere. with his 'amazing' skills to stalk michael's whereabouts constantly, he never saw the pink notebook leave michael's sight. not even when he went to the loo. (luke knows that this is lowkey creepy but it can't be help, sad to say.)

michael was extremely mysterious about everything. luke bets that even zoe doesn't know most of michael's secrets, even as a super close best friend of his. that only added to his liking for michael. it intrigued him.

luke rested his face on his palms, his eyes focusing on michael's every feature and movement.

luke was whipped.

seconds, minutes, hours has passed. luke noticed that michael has started to pack up. he pretends to read a book he had randomly grabbed on the way in to hide himself, praying to God that michael doesn't notice him.

did God help him in his attempt to go unnoticed by michael?

he felt a tap on his shoulders and turned around immediately to see who it was, startled by the sudden gesture by whoever it is.

looking back at him was a pair of emerald eyes that sparkled, even without the lights.

"how is the book?" the pink haired boy asked, a smile forming on his face.

luke's entire face flushed with red, it was as red as a beetroot. he couldn't believe it. michael clifford was actually talking to him. he scratched his head involuntarily, trying to find an answer that hopefully doesn't disappoint, but he had nothing.

"i-i didn't actually read a word of it," luke mumbles, deciding that the truth was the best answer.

michael chuckled, the very same gesture he made when luke was late to class. luke felt that he wasn't functioning. the boy whom he set his eyes on for a year and a half talked to him, he didn't even have to make a move!

"you should try reading it, it's a great book." michael replied, patting luke on the back.

luke observes as michael proceeds to look for something in his bag. he brought out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

"here, this is my number. text me some time and maybe we can hang out and talk about books," michael reaches for luke's hand and shoves the piece of paper into his palm. "i have to go now, have a good day ahead!"

"you too," luke replies him, earning his hand a squeeze from the one and only michael clifford.

luke definitely has fallen in love.

and maybe, maybe he'll try reading the book in one of his hands for michael.

filler-ish, hope you enjoyed!