library boy (muke a.u.)

seven: wank

"so! have you gotten everything ready?" michael asked the blonde who was trying to shove a few of his clean and rarely-used textbooks into his backpack.

zoë was beside michael, checking on her studygram she started a few days and back. she found the aesthetic so very pleasing and she was desperate for more. she was addicted, you could say.

"almost done!" luke tried to shove the last textbook into the backpack — it looks as if it was about to burst.

"hurry up blondie! time is precious," zoë looked up from her phone and hissed, a little pissed that he was taking such a long time to get a few books into his backpack.

"patience, lady. you're not going to die!" luke retorted and michael shook his head.

"michael, I don't know why you want to help luke. he's slow, annoying and rude!" zoë looked at michael right in the eye and michael knew zoë was going to explode.

"c'mon, let me take that for you," michael reached over to take the last textbook from luke, their hands brushing against each other briefly. luke immediately felt goosebumps, his
hair erector muscles reacting almost simultaneously. his cheeks grew a light shade of pink too, but not noticeable enough for both michael or zoë to see.

after michael took the textbook from his hands, luke zipped up his back and tried to balance the almost 3 kg bag, trying his hardest not to snap his backbone.

"i don't know how you guys carry these textbooks home every single day! aren't you worried that your posture is gonna be terrible by the end of high school?" luke asked the two best friends and they shrugged.

"we're used to it, we do it everyday," zoë replies as the three of them walked to the bus stop outside school. "and yet michael is still going to be taller than you are, mr-good-posture."

"oh please, i'll be the one being pulled down to get kissed, miss," luke let it slip.

zoë raised her eyebrow and only then was when luke realised.

"kiss who?" michael asks. "zoë?"

zoë immediately make choking and vomiting sounds as if she'd rather kiss cow dung than luke.

"uh... a fictional character, you know, thomas from the maze runner, i sure hope he's gay or something or it'll be awkward," luke blabbered, trying to save himself.

"kissing fictional characters, hemmings, cute."

luke really wanted to slap that smirk off zoë's face — if he actually could since she's michael's best friend and he's scared that if he did ever do anything to zoë, luke's name would be the first one on michael's blacklist.

"i think it's cute too," michael gave luke a smile that made him want to stab himself with a fork multiple times.

michael is just way too cute.

michael's house was huge —no- humongous was a better word to describe it. it was weird to see the tiny boy make his way to the front door that was at least 4 times the size of him, not to mention through the front gate that had a width that could fit an elephant. maybe luke was exaggerating a little, but nevertheless it was still ginormous.