Walmart | Muke AU

4:00 pm

"No Luke," Michael hissed at the blonde boy. "I am not going to push you back into the store room."

Luke was already halfway in the store trolley his backside roughly pushed in, lanky legs and arms attempting to squish inside the small frame. He looked absolutely ridiculous resembling a small bug.

"Too late," Luke muffled due to his chin being pressed against his chest.

Michael rolled his eyes and continued to roughly grab chip packets and smacking them on the shelf.

Luke watched Michael with a pout on his face and Michael saw it in his peripheral vision and smirked.

"What's wrong Luke? Got yourself into trouble?

Luke stayed silent and thrashed around attempting to be set free.

"Hey, I warned you that I wasn't going to - "

"CLIFFORD!"

Luke's face fell and Michael sighed at the recognisable voice behind him. It was no surprise it was the short, black headed Mindy who likes to grit her teeth as everything he does.

"It wasn't my fa - OW!"

Mindy once again hit Michael with her clipboard as per usual at every angry conversation.

"Do you really have to do that every time?"

"Yes I do Clifford and especially," Mindy retorted pointing to Luke, "When store hours are still open!"

Michael flinched at her tone as she continued to rant.

"We don't need employees messing around when there are shelves to be stacked! Honestly the next time I see you nitwits messing around you'll be on whole store cleaning duty!"

Michael stood still as she stalked away. Luke stifled a giggle but not silently enough that earned him an unimpressed face from Michael.

"I hope your ass get's so numb from being in there it falls off, prick," he commented angrily but cheekily.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Shut it," Michael laughed finishing off the last box and chucking aiming it in the trolley, the open flaps landing on Luke's head covering his face.

"OW!"

"Karma," Michael said grabbing the trolley and slowly turning it around, increasing speed so it was spinning.

"No! No spinning!" Luke screamed and giggled.

"You wanted me to push you, didn't you?"

"Not like this!"

Michael slowly stopped so he wouldn't hit the shelf they spent an hour stacking .

"Oh no, I feel sick."

Michael took the box off Luke's head and ruffled his soft hair.

"Just pull on your ears and you'll be fine."

Luke did as he said and looked like an adorable monkey.

"Better?"

He nodded and Michael resumed pushing him slowly back to the store room listening to the soft music playing from the store speakers.

"Hey Michael," Luke said turning his head up. "Wanna hear a joke."

He sighed, glancing down at Luke.

"Do I have to?"

"What did the trolley say to the other trolley lying in the middle of the street?"

"What?"

"Someone must have pushed him too far."

Luke laughed uncontrollably as they returned to the storeroom.

"Okay very funny - now get out."

"I can't because I cant feel anything."

"Serves you right."

"You know what else? My face because, 'I can't feel my face when I'm with you.'"

Michael decided to shut Luke up, thoroughly grabbing his arms and pulled him up and Luke shook uncontrollably.

"No, no, no, NO!" he screamed clutched Michael with his life.

"Hey, it's okay I got you."

"No you don't!" Luke panicked wobbling the trolley.

Michael steadied the trolley and tapped Luke's leg to reminded him how to get out. Slowly Luke returned safely to the ground still having a somewhat embrace on his shoulders.

"Thank you for traveling with Clifford Airways ladies and gentlemen. The local time here is 4:45pm. This is your pilot Michael signing off, I hope you have enjoyed your flight with us," Michael said with a professional voice.

"Shut up I could have died! I'm going to rate that a 0 out of 10 flight experience."

"Oh shush you big softy," Michael said pinching Luke's tummy.

An awkward silence was left upon them after their laughter died down.

"Um Luke?" Michael whispered. "Why are you still holding me?"

"Well...um...you see I can't feel my legs or um...butt."

"Well that's why you walk it off..."

"I can't," Luke said biting his lip.

It drived Michael crazy and he just wanted to replace his teeth on his lips with his. He wanted to see the boy smile so he knew what to do.

"Okay well I know what I'm going to do about that," Michael said returning the embrace with Luke, now also holding his shoulders.

"What?"

Quickly he pinched Luke's butt and he stumbled back with a yelp.

"If you don't want that to happen again you better run!"

Luke attempted to run away but his legs shot up in slight pain, pins and needles running up his leg.
Michael continued to chase him, pinching his butt a few more times before Luke stumbled into the beanbag display, Michael landing on top of him resulting in a white explosion.

Luke clutched his stomach laughing as Michael's hair tickled his neck. Michael regained strength laying on his elbows analyzing the angel below him.

"So is your butt okay?"

"Yeah," he yawed stretching his arms back, biceps flexing.

"But not for long," he said flopping them back down.

"Why's that?"

"BecauseMindy'srightbehindhus," he speedily said scuttling up.

"BOTH OF YOU. CLEANING DUTY. NOW."

Michael lay exhausted into the fabric below him, inhaling Luke's soft scent and chuckled softly. Cleaning the store with the beads sodas across the entire area would take at least another 2 hours. But with the amount of fun he was having now he didn't mind at all.

Michael's left butt cheek was struck with pain and he flipped onto his arms and knees.

"Now that's called karma pretty boy."