star wars [muke]

chapter eleven

I'M NOT LISTENING WHEN YOU SAY GOODBYE

Luke rushes around the house as Anakin climbs into her car seat and buckles herself up, a bowl of noddles in her hand and a red lightsaber in the other one. Her sister, Leia sits beside her, a blue one in her hand and a pack of cookies in the other hand, both munching on the snacks and hitting each other with the sabers as Luke buckles himself up.

He's technically not supposed to go anywhere but he counts this as an exception to that rule. Luke carries a green lightsaber in the front of his car at all times and he curses that damned thing as he pulls where Michael is. His sisters scolding him as he opens the car door.

Dried tears on Michael's cheek as he laughs at the green saber on the passenger seat. "Hello, Skywalker."

His sisters go silent at the stranger as he turns around and greets the girls, they mumble about themselves as he starts to question Michael. "So, what happened?"

"Well," he starts, rubbing a hand over his face as Luke pulls off the curb and onto the road. "My friend, Calum, doesn't like this other... Uh, friend, I have and he started insulting this friend and I got upset and yelled at and well, he kicked me out."

Luke presses his lips in a thin line as he pulls into his house and nods at Michael, getting the hint who he was talking about. "Hope you don't mind staying at my house for a while."

"Not at all!" He exclaims (a little too enthusiastic), climbing out of Luke's car and stepping onto the gravel, the two girls stumbling after him as the blond unlocks the door and makes his way to the kitchen.

Luke plays Star Wars, the intro starting, the girls eyes glued to the screen as he picks up the Barbie dolls and Han Solo dolls strewn around the room as Michael awkwardly stands in the corner.

He grins, hands full of dolls as he looks up at the red headed boy. "You can sit on the couch and watch or wait in the kitchen for me, do whatever, Mikey."

Michael's heart flutters at the nickname as he nods, stepping into the kitchen and sitting on one of the bar stools. He stared at the photo of Luke hung above stove, it's a black and white photo and his mouth is wide open, mid-laugh, his eyes crinkled and head thrown back. It's probably the most beautiful thing he has seen. Y'know, other than Luke in real life, present time. He's a sucker for that boy.

Luke steps in the kitchen, panting as he wipes his hands on his black skinny jeans and gives Michael a tired smile. He's completely exhausted. He sighs, shuffling around the kitchen and popping open Michael and him a soda, the bubbles burning his tongue as he sits down beside him. "So,"

"So," Michael trails off, kicking his feet under his chair and turns to face the blond headed boy. Luke laughs as he pushes the can away and holds his head up with his arm.

Michael's heart starts to beat fast and he doesn't know why but all he can think is that he has to do something.

So, Michael leans forward, cutting Luke's forming sentence and presses his chapped lips to the other boy's. Luke squeaks in surprise, kissing lightly back as he cups Michael's face and deepens it.

"Luke!"

"Dad!"

how was ur day

"Damnit, Andrew!"