Michael laid his head on Luke's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the blonde's fingers tangle through his hair.
"Will you play your guitar for me?"
Michael picked up his phone and read the text, and looked up at the hopeful boy.
"You won't be able to hear it, Lukey."
Michael laced his fingers through Luke's, and Luke smiled a bit.
"That's okay, I wasn't going to pay attention on the music. I was going to pay attention to you."
Michael stood up, and ran up to his room to get his guitar. He knew his dad wouldn't be home for another few hours, so Luke could stay a bit longer. He didn't want Luke to be there when Daryl came home. Ever.
He pulled out the old guitar from the case, and admired it for a second. It took him two years of saving for it, and it was the boy's prized possession.
He held it close to him and stood up before running down the stairs before plopping on a chair across from the couch Luke was laying on.
Michael didn't think Luke would have a song preference, so he played the first thing that came into his mind.
The first song he ever learned how to play. The only song he let his barriers down to. The only song that Michael's mom sang to Michael at night before she left. The only song that ever made Michael cry. The song that Michael played so often he knew every chord, every movement.
He played A Twist in my Story.
He had so many memories with this song. So many times of escape, so many times of tears. Now he played it for a time of love, and the feeling washed over Michael from head to toe.
Luke watched him play. He noticed how he closed his eyes and zoned out. How his foot tapped along to the beat, even if he didn't realize it. How every chord was played with a passion, a note of hope.
A single tear raced down Michael's cheek, and he opened his eyes. But he didn't see a deaf boy sitting in front of him.
He saw Luke Hemmings. He saw the boy behind the title, the boy behind the mask. Luke Hemmings, the best listener he'd ever met, even though he couldn't hear.
A/n
surprise second update because Christmas and muke
a twist in my story by secondhand serenade
it's gr8 m8
I really like this chapter<3
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~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...
