"And then the dinosaur ate me." Calum finished. Michael smiled and nodded, confirming Calum's suspicions. He wasn't paying attention.
Calum followed Michael's gaze across the coffee shop, his eyes landing on a tall, bright blue eyed boy with a book in front of him.
Calum reached across the table and snapped his fingers in front of Michael's face, getting the boy's attention.
"Want me to go talk to him?" The tan boy asked, and Michael blushed before glancing at the blonde. He gave Calum a nod and grinned as he got up, shifting excitedly in his seat.
"Um, hi." Calum walked up to the boy, who didn't break eye contact with the book.
"Hello?" Calum asked, and he still didn't look up. Calum took the seat across from him, attracting his attention.
"You're extremely rude, did you know?" Calum asked, and the boy furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't the best wingman.
The boy pulled out his phone, and handed it to Calum.
"I'm deaf. What's your excuse?"
"How'd you know what I just said?" Calum asked curiously, and he took the phone back before typing.
"I read lips as best I can, but I'm not always correct. So if I type something strange, you'll know why. You might want to talk a bit slower though."
Calum nodded and handed him the phone.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude-" the blonde nodded as if he was used to it, "I'm Calum, by the way."
"Column?"
The boy rolled his eyes and picked up Luke's phone, typing his name correctly.
"Well, anyway, my friend over there- Michael." Calum started, looking over at the red-haired boy. Luke looked at the boy, and started to type.
"The bright one?"
"Yes, the bright one." Calum chuckled, looking at his friend's bright red hair.
"He wanted to come talk to you, but here's the problem: He's mute." Calum told him, and the blonde nodded after a few seconds.
"Not like I could hear him if he had a voice anyway. When do we get married?"
Luke gave him a small smile, and Calum returned it. Michael never got a chance like this, a chance to hold someone's hand and cuddle at 3AM. A chance to text someone until you fall asleep, and then receive a good morning text just a few hours later.
Michael never got the chance to love. To feel love. And Calum suspected that was all about to change.
A/n
I know it sucks right now but it won't later
I always say that wow I need an intervention
~kay
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shooting stars//muke
Fanfiction"When I was little, I thought airplanes were shooting stars. And every night, I wished for a voice." •/•/•/•/• Michael Clifford says nothing, and Luke Hemmings manages a few words. But Michael lives in a world of noise while Luke lives in a world of...
