shooting stars//muke

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Michael tapped his foot nervously, biting his nails to the nub.

He asked Luke to meet him at the coffee shop, and the tall blonde texted back almost 3 seconds later.

The red haired boy tried not to stare at the door, but he couldn't help it. Thoughts tugged at the back of his mind. What if Luke was straight? What if this was all some cruel joke on Michael, and he'd be sitting alone all night staring into the darkness outside?

The blonde walked into the small shop, his eyes scanning around for the vibrant boy. His eyes meant beautiful emeralds from across the room, and Luke made his way over to him.

Sitting down across from him, Luke pulled out his phone and clicked on Michael's contact.

Luke: hi

Michael rolled his eyes, looking up at Luke. He had a huge smile spread across his face, reminding Michael of a young child.

Michael: hey

The red haired boy attempted to not smile, but his heart took over.

He and Luke had been texting for almost a week since Calum went up to Luke, and it was kind of their first time meeting in person, considering Calum just got Luke's number.

Michael wanted to say something simple to Luke, anything. But he knew that he couldn't speak, and Luke couldn't hear. He knew better than to wish for dreams that won't come true.

Michael stressed about meeting Luke. He searched videos on sign language, and pulled all nighters memorizing hand motions. He looked in the mirror and practiced the different signs, but it always felt off to him. Like he was doing something wrong.

Luke: we probably look like the two rudest people on the planet, texting instead of talking

Luke gave him and small smile, but Michael shrugged.

Michael: that's okay, because I don't give a fuck about what other people think.

Luke's smile grew the tiniest bit wider before he started typing again.

Luke: hey Michael?

Michael: yeah?

Luke: wanna hear a joke?

Michael: no

Luke rolled his eyes and glanced up at Michael, who looked away quickly. Michaels eyes had been tracing every feature on Luke a few seconds earlier, studying the way his nose crinkled when he smiled and how he bit his lip when it was silent without conversation.

But Luke was used to silence, anyway.

Luke: what did the duck say when he cracked his dishes?

Michael: oh shit my dishes broke?

Michael looked up at Luke, his smile genuine and real. Luke's heart filled with the slightest bit of adoration for the bright sign of joy before looking back down.

Luke: "oh no, I hope I didn't quack any!"

Michael face palmed, and Luke gave a smile from ear to ear.

Michael: please leave

A/n
you thought the duck jokes were over sIKE
~kay