star wars [muke]

chapter twenty two

ITS A LOVE THING
-didn't edit, don't point out mistakes pls

    Michael's hand lazily grips Luke's thigh, one hand on the wheel and on his thigh as his boyfriend scrolled through Instagram. He grunted, angrily clicking his phone off, crossing his arms and pouting.

    Michael almost laughs at the sight, but pushes it aside. "What's wrong, Baby?"

     "Calum and Ashton piss me off," he angrily spat, kicking his feet on the dashboard, leaning his head on the cold window. Michael visibly tenses up, making Luke glare at him

    "I don't understand what they're doing to upset you, Luke." Michael groans, taking his hand off his thigh and cutting the stereo off. "For Gods sake, that's all you talk about; Calum and Ashton this, Calum and Ashton that. They haven't even spoke to you in like two months. Leave it alone."

    Luke's jaw drops, stammering over his sentence, how could he be so inconsiderate? "Y'know what, fuck you. I don't even know why I try!" He yells, throwing his hands up in the air and wiping the tears seeping in at his waterline.

    He cries too much.

    Michael groans, wiping his hand over his face and pouting. "Y'know I didn't mean it like that, Baby."

    Luke remains quiet as Michael's continues; "stop caring about what other people think of you, it's you and I. Us. Fuck Calum and Ashton. They're pricks."

    He huffs, "I don't care! If I want to be angry, I'll be angry."

    "And you have every right to be. I just want it to be us today, okay?" Michael sighs, grabbing his boyfriend's hand and kissing it.

    "Okay," Luke settles with him, leaning over the arm rest and pecking his lips.

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    Michael held onto Luke for dear life as they wiggled in the skates they had received, eighties music, playing loudly over the speakers and bright green and pink lights were shining on their skin.

    Cool air blew around the room as Luke giggled, wobbling in the skates, holding to Michael. "Are you ever gonna let go of me?"

    "Never." He laughed, pushing away lightly and spinning around slightly, "this is fun, don't you think?"

    "Definitely different than our other dates but yeah," he shouted over the speakers, holding onto Michael's waist as they both slid over the smooth floor.

     "I'm gonna die!" Luke squeaked, loosing  Michael's waist and wobbling around until his ass hit the floor. "Fuck!"

    They were both in hysterics as Michael helped his boyfriend up and the proceeded to flop around the rink, Luke horribly sing along to the songs they were playing. Michael grabbed his boyfriend's hand, holding onto him as Duran Duran played.

    "Kiss?" Luke pouted, poking his lips out and making sure he had his hands around Michael's waist.

    "Okay."

    "Another one?"

    "Okay."

    "Stop moving, Michael!"

    "Okay, damnit!"

    "One more."

    "Okay."

    "Now kiss me one more time, Michael."

    "Okay."