22

19 9 0
                                    

Michael woke up, rubbing his eyes. He looked around, telling cold. Luke's body was gone. He frowned, getting up. He walked over to the note, glancing at it. After reading it, the young boy climbed back into bed, slowly falling asleep.

Meanwhile, Luke ran home. He wasn't able to run fast in skinny jeans, but it was fast enough. Once he got home, he opened the door slowly. His mom was sitting on the couch. She looked over at Luke, standing up.

"I was worried about you." She hugged her son. He hugged back.

"I didn't plan on spending the night, but it got really late."

"Where'd you sleep?"

"On the couch." Luke smiled, hesitating.

neverland « mukeWhere stories live. Discover now