Luke never hated being deaf. Sure, it was a struggle. It was a burden to read lips, and speak a completely different language than everyone else. But it became a part of who he was, and it humbled him a bit. Luke is sure its because of his inabilities that make him more grateful for everything he does have.
But Luke was a curious boy.
He stared out the window, looking at the rain drops roll down the old glass. He wondered what rain sounded like, how loud thunder was.
He wondered why Michael loved rain so much. Luke couldn't relate. He liked warm weather and sunshine. He liked blue, cloudless skies.
Some of Luke's happiest memories happened just below a sunny sky- going to the beach with Ashton, family picnics when he was younger.
The only happy memory he ever had with rain was being in the park with Michael.
Luke associated sunshine with happy, and rain with sadness.
He hoped Michael didn't think like that, too.
Michael strummed on his guitar, trying to match the beat with the rain. Most of the songs he wrote in his journal were written on rainy days, the little drops bringing each word to Michael's mind.
He wished he could sing. He wanted to hear the words flow with his guitar, he wanted to be successful and talented. He wanted to run away from his dad, his life, everything, with just a guitar and a pocket full of money.
And maybe Luke, too.
A/n
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~Kaylee
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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...
