Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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Louis, Harry and Freddie left earlier, and we all did a good sweep of the house to make sure they didn't forget anything.

Now I'm on the couch, my legs tangled with Luke's. He was in his black boxers and I was in my lilac lace panties; our clothes on the floor from our very heated makeout session.

Luke was passed out, his arms loosely looped around my waist. Mika and Pika were sleeping on his ankles, their tails tickling my feet.

The doorbell rang, making my eyes pop open. Luke didn't stir so I carefully pulled my sweaty body from him. I grabbed the first shirt I saw, Luke's red flannel, and slipped it on.

I went and opened the door, and gasped when I saw who it was. Then I slammed the door, real hard, in my mother's face.

I am screwed. So so screwed.

Okay, just look at everything through your mother's eyes, I thought.

    My son looks like he got hit with a baseball, all down his neck and up his thighs. He has three holes in his face. There's a weird blond, probably a deadbeat drop out, on my couch, in his underwear with a gigantic knife tattoo on his arm. A pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, next to half a dozen empty beer bottles.

I'm SO screwed.

I turned around and grabbed a skirt out of the clothes basket in front of the stairs. Thank God for being lazy. I quickly got the black skirt on, ignoring the fact it was Calum's (I spilled a tub of vegemite on it so I cleaned it and gave him one of my skirts) and opened the door back up.

Mum rose her eyebrows, "Is that the new way kids are saying hello?"

I gave her an awkward laugh and opened the door wider.

I was trying to casually button up the top bottoms of the flannel, and cover up my hickey covered collarbones. I was the definition of a hot mess right now.

She acted like she didn't notice, or at least I believed she was acting. She looked around, staring into the living room. Mika and Pika barely even glanced her way, curling up on Luke's bare chest.

"I..um.." I mumbled, awkwardly pushing my hair out of my eyes and fidgeting my small feet. "That's Luke..my...boyfriend.

She simply nodded and grabbed her suitcase.

"I'm going to unpack. Your father will be home in a few hours."

I nodded and watched as she climbed up the stairs and out of sight. Then I crumbed to my knees in front of the recliner in the living room and screamed into a pillow.

Mika and Pika immediately let out a shriek, hopping off of Luke and coming to circle my feet.

Luke jumped up as well and rubbed his eyes, "Baby? What's wrong?"

His voice came off rough and raw, making me want to start making out with him again. But instead I stuck my face back in a pillow and screamed, which made him get off the couch and stumble over to me.

He wrapped his arms around my chest and set his cheek against my back.

"What's wrong baby?" He whispered.

"My mum's home." I mumbled.

"And that's why you're crying into a pillow?" Luke chuckled.

"Its a scream and yes." I grumbled, moving to hit across from him.

He pushed my fringe back and brushed his fingers through my crazy hair.

"You have sex hair." He mumbled.

I blushed and leaned forward to rest my forehead on his. He chuckled and moved to kiss my nose.

"I have holes in my face, a naked boy kissing me, and skin full of purple marks." I mumbled.

Luke cupped my face in his hands and ran his thumbs under my eyes.

"I'm not completely naked." Luke murmured, "But I can be."

I giggled, "Not now. Go find your clothes."

Luke tugged on the collar of my shirt, "Found it. Now kiss me."

I shook my head and pulled away from the blond. He pouted and tried to jet forward and steal a kiss. I fell back, grabbing his arms so I wouldn't get hurt.

A small squeal came from my lips as he cupped my face and kissed me.

"No, no. Get dressed." I giggled.

"Fine. But one more kiss." Luke groaned, moving to tower over me.

"One more." I sighed, leaning towards him and setting my lips to his.

He smiled down at me when we pulled away.

"You look so pretty, baby."

|Luke|

"Which shirt?"

I looked up from my spot on his bathroom counter.

"Mean Girls." I stated.

"You know the reference?" He gasped.

"No I just Google's it." I sassed.

Michael rolled his eyes at me and changed into the white and pink shirt.

"You understand its not Wednesday though." I said.

"Yes. It's Sunday. I know that." He replied, coming into the bathroom.

"Its Sunday?" I asked.

"Uh...yeah. It Sunday. Why are you acting like I'm insane?" Michael asked.

"Its Sunday. November..." I trailed off.

He tilted his head and furred his eyebrows, thinking.

"ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!" I shouted, sliding off the counter and picking him up. "HOW DO YOU KNOW REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY!"

"BECAUSE I FORGOT TO PUT IT ON THE CALENDAR AND I FORGOT! NOW PUT ME DOWN!" Michael shouted back.

I continued to hug him and bounce him around like a rag doll.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD!" I screamed.

Mikey squealed and I let him down, letting his small toes feel the pink rug on top of the white tile floor.

"You're horrible." He giggled.

"No I'm not." I replied, "I'm just proud you're 18 now!"

"Oh my, I can drink now." He rolled his eyes.

|Michael|

Luke smirked and leaned in, "You do that already, baby."

I put my finger to my lips and gave the taller boy a wink. He chuckled and pecked my forehead.

"Now," he stated, "You get all dressed up and I'll go get your present."

"Luke, you shouldn't have gotten me anything."

"No, no. I got you something. Just because you forgot your birthday doesn't mean I did."

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The Middle is pretty much my guilty pleasure right now someone stop me

~Cookie Xx