show me // muke

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Luke sat down on his bed with his ramen noodles, and facetimed Michael. He patiently waited for Michael to answer and when he did, Luke smiled.

"Hi baby." Michael said. Luke noticed Michael was in his room, and the curtains were closed, making it dim, and a few candles were lit.

"Hi." Luke said, and smiled.

"How was your day?" Michael asked, and Luke sighed. "Boring. I really don't wanna go outside here. People are weird. Between my mom and the weird furniture guy, I just wanna stay inside." Luke said, and Michaels eyebrows furrowed.

"Furniture guy?" Michael asked. "Did he do something after we ended the call?" Michael asked, so Luke nodded.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it last night, but I just didn't think of it. When he finished putting the bed up, he made comments about how I should be sleeping in it alone, and he got close, and started kissing my neck so I pushed him out of the house and yelled." Luke said, and Michael sighed.

"I'm sorry." Michael whispered, and Luke looked up. "You're not mad?" Luke asked, and Michael shook his head. "Of course I'm not mad. It wasn't your fault." Michael said, and Luke smiled.

"I really love you." Luke whispered.

"I really love you too." Michael said.

Luke put his bowl on the bedside table, and laid down on his stomach. Luke pouted and laid his head in his hand. "I wish you were here. I miss being held by you." Luke whispered and felt his eyes fill up with tears. He really wanted Michael there with him.

"Baby, don't cry. Anyway, that reminds me. You know how you got a boyfriend pillow? I got this big teddy bear to temporarily take your place." Michael said, pointing to the teddy bear on his bed.

"That's cute.." Luke mumbled, and smiled, laying his head down.

"Luke, tell me what's wrong." Michael whispered.

"I hate being alone here, and I hate that we can only talk like once a day," Luke cried, hiding his face in his sweatshirt sleeve.

"I know it's hard, but it's gonna be okay. I get to see you soon." Michael said, and Luke rolled his eyes. "Yeah and then I get to move out here for another four years by myself." Luke mumbled.

"Not by yourself. Luke, I'm eventually gonna move out there too. You're gonna be okay." Michael whispered to him.

Luke nodded, and wiped his eyes. "I just really miss you."

"I know, but we'll get to see each other in no time."