"What does the ocean sound like?" Luke typed, waiting for Michael's response. The blue haired boy gave him a small smile and rested his head on Luke's chest.
"It's such a pretty sound, Luke. The waves just fold on top of one another, and they make a sound as if they were crashing against each other; but it doesn't sound destructive. It's gentle."
Michael loved the ocean. It was his favorite place, because he wrote some of his best songs sitting on the sand. He'd take his book and guitar, and spend the entire day along the coastline.
Luke loved seeing Michael's eyes light up when the thinks about something he loves. He loved seeing Michael's smile in the rain, seeing Michael's eyes sparkle when he talks about the ocean. He loved seeing Michael's fingers run up and down his guitar, fully diving into the music without looking back.
"One day I'll be able to hear it, Michael." Luke sighed, dreaming of the day.
"What do you mean?" The smaller, paler boy asked, sitting up and looking at the blonde.
"I could get a cochlear implant, Mikey. My moms already looking into it. I mean, it's not guaranteed, and I don't have anything to lose. And I think I might be able to hear." Luke told him, flashing a small smile.
Michael inhaled the words, trying to take it in. Luke might be able to hear one day? Of course, he wanted to the blonde to be able to hear. He wanted Luke to be happy.
But what need would he have for Michael if he got his hearing back? Would he throw the blue haired boy to the side? Nothing would hold him back anymore, he wouldn't need Michael.
"And just think about it, Michael. Id be able to listen to you play your guitar, and I could hear the ocean for myself."
"That would be amazing, Luke." Michael responded, and Luke's face broke out into his familiar, pearly smile.
He leaned over to kissed Michael, pulling him closer. He pulled back and hugged Michael, burying his face in the crook of Michael's neck.
He was in love with the mute boy from across the coffee shop. He was in love with Michael.
A/n
tired tired because break ended today I cri
~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...
