Jet Black Heart - muke - COMPLETED

- six -

When Michael woke Luke wasn't with him.

He sprung up and raced around the room, breath heavy as he tried to find the blonde. He checked the bedroom and the bathroom but no one.

"Luke?" He called out nervously.

"Luke!" He screeched.

Soon padding footsteps came up the stairs and Luke opened the door.

"What's wrong Mikey?"

Michaels heart stopped when he saw him. He started to cry on the spot, burying his face in his sweater paws.

"Michael?" Luke asked softly.

Michael just shook his head and collapsed in sobs on the floor.

"Tell me, what is it?" Luke sat down next to Michael.

Michael shook his head again.

Luke sighed. "Look Michael if-"

"It doesn't matter! Okay?" Michael yelled.

Luke had his mouth wide open.
"Um... Okay."

Michael continued to sniffle and avoid looking at Luke.

After a while of silence Luke spoke up. "I'm... Going out with my parents today. Like we're leaving in ten minutes actually."

Michael rolled his eyes and walked to the door. "I get it. I'll leave."

Luke stood up and walked after him, catching his hand in his own. Michaels puffy eyes flickered to his.

Whatever Michael had been crying about surely left him heartbroken, Luke thought.

"I... I'll stop by later?" Luke asked with a small smile.

Michael sighed and flung himself into Luke's arms, kissing him on the cheek.

"Promise me."

"I promise."

Michael had a teary smile as he left the Hemmings' house and went back to his own.

Luke went out for lunch with his parents, who constantly asked him about his plans for the future and questioned his "relationship" with Michael.

They loved Michael. They just weren't sure if he and Luke worked.

Luke was upset after that though. On the way home he fell asleep in the car and as his parents pulled into the driveway, they carried him to the house and placed him in bed.

It had been ages since michael left Luke's and he started to worry. Luke hadn't come over and it was now dark.

Michael put on his shoes and headed over, knocking this time.

Mrs Hemmings opened the door with a small smile.
"Michael. How... Nice. What's up honey?"

"Hi uh, can I talk to Luke?" Michael asked nervously.

"He's actually in bed right now-"

"Do you know that?"

"He was a few hours ago, we put him in and-"

"He's not picking up his phone-"

"Michael!" Liz snapped her fingers. "Luke's fine, he's probably asleep. You can talk tomorrow."

Michael quickly nodded and walked away but his head was racing. What if Luke already woke up?

He sat on his bed, shaking and crying more and more each time Luke's phone went to voice mail.

After about 13 tries he was met with a voice.

"Michael? Wha-"

"Oh my fucking God thank you!" Michael balled.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"L-Luke, come here."

"Mike I have homework-"

"P-please. I need to talk to you." Michael whispered.

Luke hung up and went round in an instant.

When he walked into Michaels room he didn't know what to expect, certainly not michael nowhere to be found.

"Michael?" He called and looked towards the bathroom which was locked. He walked up to the door and knocked lightly. "Baby?"

He knocked again, hearing a whimper.

"Mikey you said you wanted to talk... I don't understand..."

"I d-do." Michael sniffled behind the door.

"Then come out sweetheart," Luke said sadly.

"I c-can't... Not until you read this."

A note slipped under the door and Luke raised an eyebrow but unfolded it and sat facing away from the door.

'Dear Luke,

You know that I love you, and you know that I'd never leave.

You know that through everything you've been there for me and I've been there for you. Or at least... I thought I had.

I really hope you can forgive me like I forgive you.
I really love you... A lot. I need you.
Love,
Michael'

Luke was too focused on the reading that he didn't notice michael now standing in the bathroom doorway.

He turned around and jumped a little.

"Mikey what's this all about?" Luke asked as he stood up.

His eyes trailed to Michaels red arm.

"Baby? No, no, why did you do that again? Sweetheart I said-"

"I know what you said." Michael said in a broken voice.

"Then why?" Luke asked.

Then a folded up piece of paper in Michaels hand caught Luke's eye.

"W-what's that?" Luke stuttered nervously.

Michael handed him the note, which was now flickered with small specs of red.

He forgot how to breathe for a second.