Addiction | Opposites but who would assume

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When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell

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Luke's laid his converse covered feet on his desk, simple plan being the only light sound in his crowed, small room. He opened the heavy science book, the one he recently threw across the room. Because according to Luke chemistry was hard and he didn't know he could hate something so much.

Flicking through the many confusing, boring pages he finally landed on page sixty one. He grabbed the fluro yellow felt tip and began to highlight every single sentence. He never understood the point of finding the 'important' parts, everything seemed more then critical, so why not colour it all in? Luke groaned, slamming his head against the wooden desk. Why couldn't he just drop out and join the circus or maybe live in the back of a van?

"I hate school" the blonde whined.

Michaels sock clad feet slid across his floor boards, as gives you hell by the all american rejects blasted through his expensive speaker.

"Now where's your picket fence love and where's that shiny car and did it ever get you far"

The red haired boy began to mouth the lyrics, as if he were in a cliche high school movie.

"You never seemed so tense love, I've never seen you fall so hard, do you know where you are"

Michael jumped onto his couch, that was hardly considered a couch anymore just well.. cousins. Strumming his air guitar, dramatically.

"And truth be told I miss you"

he sang quietly, averting his eyes to the dusty shelves that hung over his bed.

"And truth be told I'm lying"

Michael now screamed the lyrics, jumping across to his bed, trying to find balance before again strumming his air guitar.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell"

"Hey!" A voice called, followed by a loud knock. Michael rolled his eyes, annoyed that someone had ruined his jamming out time. He turned his head to the irritating sound only to come in view with a certain blonde neighbour.

He dragged his feet over to the finger print covered window, shoving it open. A smile tugged at the corners of the older teenagers lips. "Hey Lucas."

"Do you mind turning your music down, I'm trying to study" Luke explained, pursing his lips in aggravation.

Michael chuckled rising an eyebrow. "You actually study?" he spat out in a high pitched laugh of words.

"Well.. Yeah, but I don't want to" Luke drawled, lethargically.

"Lets go somewhere" Michael spoke, pulling on the younger boy sleeve.

"No! I gotta study, Mikey."

"Cute nickname, Lukey" Michael teased. Even though maybe the try hard punk found the nickname endearing, Luke didn't need to know that.

"Shut up" Luke grumbled, a light blush heating his cheeks.

"And no you don't, fuck school, lets do something else!" The boy rebutted.

Luke shook his head, nibbling on his lip in worry. He always ended up doing as Michael said. It was just Mikes ideas were always better then studying, then again almost anything was better then studying. It had only been merrily a few weeks since the two teenagers had met but their friendship had grown dramatically, for the better of course.

"I need to dye my hair, will you help me?" Michael questioned, staring up at the pretty timid blonde.

"No" Luke mumbled, barely audible over the loud music now playing bowling for soup.

"Great, thanks!" Michael beamed, completely ignoring Luke's answer. Luke giggled, shaking his head fondly before clambering into his friends room. The elder intwined his fingers with Luke's, gently yanking him towards the small bathroom.

Michael went through his many empty bottles of dye, throwing them into the wire bin. Luke's eyes followed every bottle of all the different shades of colour that landed in the bin. "You know you're gonna go bald" the boy pointed out. Michael shot his head up from the cabinet under the sink to shoot Luke a glare. The blonde put his hands up in defence, murmuring a "just saying."

"Ok I have either blue or black.." Michael trailed off, his eyes gazing at both tubes of dye.

Luke sat on the edge of the bathroom bench most of the time, feet dangling as he watched his neighbour destroy his hair. Except when he helped the older boy dye the parts he couldn't quite see.

Michael ended up with his whole hair black except for the thin strips in his longer then need be fringe where navy blue shined through.

"I like it" Luke piped up over the sound of the hair dryer. Michael flipped his fringe from his beryl eyes, smiling at the small blonde. He ripped out the plug of the dryer, riding his fingertips through his stands of hair.

"Yeah?" he questioned, tilting his head at the new appearance that the mirror reflected.

"Yeah" Luke confirmed with a nod. "Suits you" he spoke quietly. Ruffling Mike's hair giggles escaping his thin lips.

Michael swatted the boys hands away, groaning cause now his hair was a complete mess. Michael watched as Luke's eyes grew when he laughed and how his fists slightly clenched into his palm. He was just so pretty in the older boys eyes. And fuck Micael's feelings towards his bashful neighbour grew a little each day and that scared him considerably more then it should.

Yeah I lost all my motivation and inspiration to write and just fell into a cycle or avoiding wattpad, even though writing is my favourite thing to do. I'm really sorry..

Short filler chapter (not edited lazy/10) because I still have writers block fuckkkk

I'm going to (try) update more frequently and eventually fall back into the habit or 1-2 new chapters a week. Hopefully i'm not to busy with my job and school because i really missed updating my books and uploading new ones.

Also I put up a new Muke fanfic called 'heart of a dying star' and its probably my favourite book I have online, please check it out it'd mean heaps.

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