You & I~Muke

-Luke-

CHARACTER ASK: (it's cool if u dont want to, but it'd be cool if you wanted to bc they seem to be fun so yeah ilyal)

LUKE:

MICHAEL:

CALUM+ASHTON:

NOAH:

DARYL+EMILY:

ME:

additional character lol if anyone wants to:

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I sit awake in bed with Michael's little snores accompanying my sadness.

And I release a sigh as I run my fingers through his soft, black hair; he's so beautiful and I would give anything for Michael to see himself through my eyes.

And I think it's how it's features are so light, so soft and comforting and warm and feminine yet in certain lights and at certain time of nights he manages to look deadly attractive with a chiselled jaw and painfully good eyes.

I check the clock to see it's just a few minutes past midnight, and after a few more, I bring myself to my feet; I need to be out; to get out somewhere where I have the space and the universe and all the distance I need to breathe, to my thoughts seem little against the large world and so I'm not suffocating.

Slipping out of bed, I put on a shirt and then a sweat shirt and my converse before reaching the front door and opening it; the air is warm, seeing as it's almost summer here in Australia but there's also a nip to it, making me smile and let out a breath; and then all to quickly my fingers fumble in my shirt pocket.

Soon, I feel the papery feeling of the cigarette and pull it out; I know I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't give in to my bad habit and my bad craving and that I shouldn't start again because I promised myself I would stop. I haven't smoked or even drunk alcohol since the whole powerpoint incident, because I couldn't bring myself to; but now, at this time of the night with the stress heavy on my eyes and the sadness pulling down on my stomach I guess I've given in.

I place nicotine between my lips, the smell filling my nostrils and bringing my comfort- I flick my lighter on the hard skin of my thumb and inhale the tobacco, deep into my lungs, and breathe it out after a few seconds.

A smile creeps onto my lips at the satisfaction, and a warmth moves onto my chest.

My eyes watch as the smoke appears as a puff against the dark night and disappears like everything else in my life seems to.

"I didn't know you smoked,"

"Fuck!"

I jumped, choking on the smoke, whipping round to see Daryl hidden in the corner of their large porch, covered by the shadows. He stared at me disapprovingly because of my language and I apologised, telling myself to breathe and telling myself to control my heart which seems to be running a marathon.

"Sorry," I apologise breathlessly. "You scared me,"

A sad smile appears on his lips.

"I guessed," we both laugh, and I remember the heat of cigarette under my fingers, bringing it back to my lips; I'm already busted so I may as well carry on and savour the contentness it bring me.

"So you smoke?" he repeats and I shake my head.

"Not really, I haven't smoked in months," I sit down on the steps of the large porch, looking down the path and over the neat neighbour hood around me.

"Then why now?"

"I've been craving one for ages, and I couldn't sleep and you know," I shrug, "stress and that."