The Cat and the Wolf / Muke Sequel

Chapter Thirteen.

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"Michael, it's been two months, please stop crying," Ashton sighed, handing Michael a bowl of soup.

"I-I miss h-him so much," Michael sobbed.

"Mikey," Ashton sighed, sitting next to Michael with his own bowl of soup, "you have to get over him, he cheated on you."

Ashton knew he was doing the wrong thing. Luke hadn't stopped calling Michael's phone, but Ashton was smart enough to steal his phone from him, knowing Michael would just assume he lost it. Ashton hate Luke at this point. He couldn't stand to see Michael so heart broken. He knew he should just let Michael talk to Luke because he was so damn head over heels for the asshole, but he couldn't stand to see his best friend hurt.

"I-I can't. I love h-him," Michael sniffled, eating his soup.

Ashton sighed. "Michael, he doesn't love you."

That made Michael drop the soup, right onto Ashton's carpet. "He does love me!"

Ashton gasped and picked up the bowl and ran to get a towel to clean it up. 

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to drop it.." Michael said, looking at his lap, "t-that just hurt."

Ashton sighed again. "You know how to cure a break up?"

"How?" Michael asked, looking at Ashton.

"By finding someone new."

Ashton took Michael to a bar, hoping someone would get Michael's mind off of Luke. They sat at bar and Ashton ordered a beer, and Michael got a coke. Michael's outfit choice caught a lot of men surprisingly. 

"Hey cutie," A big man said, sitting down next to Michael, making him squeak. "I'd love to get your phone number."

Michael looked at Ashton and then at the man. "S-sorry, I lost my phone."

The man shrugged and walked away. "

"This place is creepy, can we go?" Michael whined.

"You're not going to get over Luke with that kind of attitude," Ashton said.

So they stayed at the bar, and a few more men came up to Michael every now and then, but they all scared him. Until a younger, gentler, boy, around Michael's age sat down.

"With the rate men are coming up to you, you'd think this was a gay bar," the boy chuckled.

Michael looked at the boy, slightly offended. He caught on.

"Sorry, I meant that all the overly large perverted gay men drink here," he said.

Michael giggled. "You've got that right."

Ashton pretended he wasn't listening to their conversation.

"I'm Matt," he said, holding out his hand.

"Michael," Michael smiled, shaking the boy's hand.

"What brings you here, tonight? You obviously don't drink," Matt said, motioning towards the three empty cans of coke in front of him.

"My friend, Ashton," Michael started, pointing at Ashton who waved, "made me come."

Matt nodded. "Funny story, my friend over there made me come too. I don't drink either."

Matt pointed over at a man who was flirting with some girls at the other side of the bar. Michael giggled and the two continued with their conversation, finding out they had a lot in common. They talked the rest of the night, drinking cokes together and laughing. When the clock turned to midnight, Ashton nudged Michael.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but Mikey, we should really get going," Ashton said.

Michael nodded.

"Awh, it was really nice meeting you, Michael, could I maybe get your number?" Matt asked.

Michael giggled. "Funny story, I lost my phone, it wasn't just something I was saying to get rid of those guys." 

Matt frowned, "I don't want to say goodbye."

"Me neither," Michael frowned.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Matt asked, then looked at Ashton. "I'll get him home softly."

Ashton nodded, "go for it, Michael."

So Michael did. And Matt and Michael walked till three in the morning, laughing and talking. They stopped to sit on the wall of a bridge, looking at the water.

"I really like you, Michael, you're so different and nothing like anyone else I have met," Matt said, looking at Michael.

Michael blushed and looked at his lap. Matt lifted Michael head and glanced at his lips. And then, he was leaning in.

Normally when someone you like is about to kiss you, you worry about the things like if your breath stinks, or if your lips are chapped, or if you even know how to kiss. But this wasn't Michael's case. Michael couldn't get the flashbacks of Luke to stop running through his mind. He wished this was Luke with him, he wished it was Luke's hand on his chin, he wished it was Luke leaning in.

"S-stop," Michael said, pulling away. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't.. uh," Matt started.

Michael shook his head. "No, no, uh, I have to go."

And with that, Michael left and was walking back to Ashtons. Tonight, Michael realised that he wanted to be with one person and one person only. That person was Luke.

I think I'm gonna end this story soon. :^) thanks for 50k on kitten holy shit. I remember crying when i got 100.