Michael held his hand out, beckoning for Luke to come onto the ice. The blonde hesitated, clumsily stepping onto the frozen surface. He slipped a bit, but Michael caught him.
Luke steadied himself on Michael, using the boy to avoid losing his balance. Michael took both of Luke's hands and slowly started to move, trying to avoid the blonde falling down (again.)
He pulled Luke along, and it seemed like it was finally getting the hang of it.
The night was chilly, and the stars were shining brightly over the skating rink. Michael guided Luke around the small circle rink, helping the blonde.
Luke didn't want to go ice skating, but Michael persuaded him into it. Luke knew he couldn't ice skate, but Michael pestered him and told Luke that he wouldn't let go of him.
And Luke trusted Michael enough to let him guide him over the slippery surface. He stumbled a few times, but Michael always caught him.
He told himself to always catch Luke, never let him fall. Because Luke seemed so fragile to him, a boy made of glass.
A single crack, and the whole image might shatter.
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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...
