star wars [muke]

chapter fourteen

GIMMIE THREE STEPS TOWARDS THE DOOR

"Damnit," Luke groaned, throwing the green lightsaber on the couch and crossing his arms as his sister, Anakin, danced around the room in her Darth Vader costume.

"I beat Luke! I am the ruler of the dark side!" She squealed, pulling out her red one as their dad sat on the couch, filming the whole thing with his phone. Leia, hopped down the steps, running towards her sister and hitting her in the face with her blue lightsaber.

"Light always win!" She screamed as Anakin started to cry, quickly shutting down the scene as Andrew hopped up from his seat on the couch and did his fatherly lecture. Luke trudged over to his phone that was laying on the couch and texted Michael.

To : Michael
Come over? Star Wars marathon?
Sent 12:32 P.M.

Luke sighed, laying out on the couch and listening to his sisters run around the house while The Romantics played in the background. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his mini trance.

From : Michael
Sure, baby! Be there in ten. Xo
Received 12:35 P.M.

Luke rubbed let out a whine as he rubbed a hand over his flushed face. He wasn't going to lie. He fucking loved it when Michael called him baby. It felt like he was going to explode and melt at the same time.

He didn't think that was normal.

His father came up behind him, glancing at his phone screen and thumping him in the head. "Lover boy! Is he coming over?"

Luke nodded as his father called to his mother that they'd have a guest and he groaned. He knew what this meant. They'd never get to actually watch Star Wars. They (Michael) would have to endure questions from his parents for an hour.

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Michael sat up on the couch beside Luke, Andrew and Liz sitting on the couch on the opposite side. His father staring at him while his mother tried to make conversation not too awkward. The eyes glaring into skull made him feel nervous as he squirmed in his seat.

Andrew coughed, placing his hand behind his wife and leaning into the couch. "So, Michael, how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

Luke squeaked, choking on the lemonade he was drinking while his mother slapped his dad and Michael's cheeks got bright pink. "Um, fifteen?"

"Uh, yeah," Luke choked out, standing up and grabbing the red headed boy. "That's enough to dad. Thanks. We'll be upstairs." He shot, glaring at his father from the steps.

"Damnit, Andrew!" Liz yelled, slapping his arm and listening to Luke slam his door.

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so trash. lmao im sick but do u get the last sentence cause that was the last sentence for the last chapter lolllllll. i'll put fluff in the next chapter i swear.
xox love u