neverland « muke

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Before lunch, Luke headed over to his locker again. Michael was standing there again. He had a soda in his hand, taking small sips out of it.

"Why are you over here again?" Luke asked. Michael shrugged. The blonde boy grabbed his lunch out his locker, shutting it. "Go hang around someone else's locker. Not mine."

"Can't." Michael said. Luke stopped walking and turned around. Michael was smirking at him a large smirk.

"And why is that?" Luke asked. He walked closer to Michael, still holding his paper bag lunch in one hand.

"U-um..."

"Come on, tell me." Luke practically begged Michael. Michael groaned, trying not to explode. Luke step one step closer, their chests touching. 

They looked into each other's eyes, Luke having a small smirk. Usually he was the quiet; innocent one. But, there was just something about Michael that made him feel a certain way.

"Fine. I've never seen anyone that's look like you. Very handsome..."