Beside You | Muke

Chapter 3

"Wake up." Luke chucked a pillow at Michael on the floor to try to wake him up. He succeeded and earned a glare from Michael.

"Could've tapped my shoulder or something, you know," he sat up and stretched his back before standing up and stretching his legs. "What time is it?"

"Half past 8. You hungry? Let's go get breakfast."

Michael looked at Like with a confused expression. "Why go out? I smell food."

"Jack's cooking is half ass. You don't want to eat it, trust me." Luke sat on his bed and leaned back on the wall next to it. He stared at Michael looking through his luggage bag. He got a shirt and then stared back. "What?"

"Mind turning around or something? I'm gonna change into some jeans and this shirt."

"Tell me when you're done." Luke proceeded to lay down and put a pillow on his neck so he wouldn't be able to watch Michael change. When he was done, he brushed his teeth quickly and afterwards they were both out of the house walking to a cafe that was close by. They walked in silence mostly. Once they arrived, they eyed the menu before walking up to the cash register and ordering.

When they sat down to wait for their food, Luke wondered if it would be fine for him to ask why Michael was staying at his house. Like out of all the possible places he could be and all the other people, why with him and his family?

He made up his mind and cleared his throat to get Michael's attention. "So.. you gonna tell me why, uh you're staying at my house?"

They stared at each other for a while until Michael looked down and shook his head. "Just some trouble. Don't worry about it."

Unhappy with that answer, he pushed again. "I noticed you didn't exactly say goodbye to your mom. Why not?"

"Said bye in the truck. Plus, she was crying enough. Didn't need more shit." Michael shrugged.

"But that doesn't-" Luke didn't finish his question since he was called to pick up his food. He eyed Michael before standing from his seat and getting the tray of food. When he returned, he noticed the two dollars that he placed on the table were missing. "Aye, what the fuck. You took my money." He angrily slammed the food tray on the table.

Michael completely ignored him and got his breakfast sandwich. He took a bite while Luke stared, visibly furious. "Don't fucking ignore me," he slapped the sandwich out of Michael's hands and earned a few stares from the workers in the cafe. "Give it back."

"It's just two dollars. You don't need that."

"Dude that's my money. Give it back." Luke lightly pushes Michael, which got him mad but he didn't do anything back. He simply ignored him and got his sandwich, taking another bite. "You're fucking pathetic. Worthless scum." Luke gets his food from the tray and begins to walk out. He stops when Michael calls him.

"Hey, sweetheart, before you begin assuming crap, check your seat and the floor."

"What'd you say?" Luke heard clearly but he didn't  want to not respond. He walked back to Michael who gestured to where Luke was standing. And right there were his two dollars. "Oh shit."

Michael rolled his eyes and took a few sips from his water cup. "You swiped it off the table while getting up. I didn't take it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Luke's face got red from embarrassment.

"Forget it. You got your precious two dollars back. You can leave now."Michael was nearly done with his small sandwich but not even close to being full. "I know the way back. Leave your food if you want, I don't mind."