i wake up with a soft yawn.
instinctively, i pat around to look for the lilac haired boy. i frown when i'm greeted with the lonely cold. i peek an eye open to look for michael but he's long gone.
i sigh and force myself out the bed.
as i finish getting ready --shaving, brushing my teeth and showering-- i smell a delicious scent of food. i hungrily follow the trail which leads to the kitchen.
i lick my lips when i see michael by the stove, buttering toast freshly popped from the toaster. there are four slices. next to him is a huge plate of bacon, way more than enough than the both of us could eat.
"bacon!" i smile widely as i reach out to take a piece.
before i can pick up the meat, michael smacks my hand away. he holds the plate close to his chest and glares at me.
"it's mine," michael scowls.
"all of it?" i ask dubiously.
"yeah. i'm a fat ass, judge me." michael says steely as he shoves me away.
he pops a savoury piece of bacon into his mouth and crunches away at it. i feel my own mouth watering as i watch michael munch happily.
"you're not fat, what are you talking about?" i ask.
"look at all this flub," michael grips at his little tummy to prove a point. "it's disgusting. i'm fat as fuck."
"stop saying that," i purse my lips.
"stop saying what? the truth?" michael asks rhetorically. through the sass, i can see the smallest bit of insecurity and pain. i can tell he absolutely hates his tiny bit of extra fat on his stomach.
"shut the fuck up alright? you're not fat, it's completely normal. i absolutely love your little tummy," i reply firmly. "but if you finish that whole plate you will literally die from a heart attack. it doesn't take a health genius like ashton to realize that."
"ashton, ha. genius? a genius at being an idiot maybe." michael snorts under his breath, giving me the coldest look i've ever seen in my life.
i make a silent note in my head; don't bring up ashton around michael, the two have bad blood.
i hover around and watch michael as he chomps on his bacon and toast. he stops to take the occasional sip of orange juice. i don't think he notices my staring, his eyes are glued onto his phone.
just as i think the coast is clear, he speaks up.
"stop watching me. you're making me feel weird," michael states as his pale green eyes dart up to glare at me.
"i'm- i'm- fuck." i bite my tongue when i notice i nearly apologized.
i don't want michael going all hulk mode on me for apologizing, that wouldn't be good.
michaels jaws crunch away at another piece of bacon as he goes back to stare at his phone.
i tried to tear my eyes away from him but i can't quite manage to do so. it was as if my eyes were defying my body.
"fucking hell luke, you're creepy." michael sighs as he looks up to glare at me.
"i'm hungry," i retort.
michael rolls his eyes but he begrudgingly offers me the plate of bacon. i smile and shove about seven pieces into my mouth.
"c'mere." michael waggles his finger, motioning me to come closer.
my heart beats faster as i slide myself off the chair and stand in front of him. i hold my breath as michael leans in really close. our lips are literally millimetres away. he pouts his lip and tilts his head every so slightly. his hand caresses my cheek as he breathes softly onto my face.
just when i think he's going to kiss me, he reaches out and slides the pad of his thumb on the side of my lip.
"grease," michael explains as he wipes his hand with a paper tower.
"oh."
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