torn // muke

11

Luke got up out of his hammock, and wondered what time it was. It was still pitch black, but he was extremely cold.

He shook Michael awake, and the black headed boy sat up. "What's wrong, Luke?" Michael asked.

"I'm really cold." Luke whispered.

"I'll go get you another blan-"

"No. C-Can I sleep with you?" Luke asked nervously. "S-Sorry. That was weird. I just, I like to cuddle and- and I-"

"Luke, it's okay. Come here." Michael laughed, pulling the boy down so he laid on his chest. Luke smiled, and laid his head on Michael's chest, feeling the older boy pull the thick blanket over them.

"Thank you." Luke whispered before drifting back off to sleep.

-

"Wake up!" Michael laughed, and shook Luke who was now alone in Michael's hammock.

The black made boy groaned, but sat up.

"I'm hungry." Luke mumbled, and Michael nodded. "I know. Breakfast is waiting for you if you would get your lazy ass up." He said, causing Luke to laugh, and stand up.

"I made you a peanut butter sandwich with pineapple." Michael said, and Luke smiled. He loves both of those things.

"Thank you so much." He said as Michael led him down to the shore. "No problem, babe." Michael said, making Luke's insides go all tingly.

They sat down in two chairs and silently ate as they watched the waves go in and out.

"It's so beautiful here." Luke said as the clear water rushed over his feet. "Oh my gosh it's cold!" Luke squealed, making Michael laugh at him.

"I'm so glad you could come with me." Michael said, making Luke blush, and look away. "I'm happy you brought me. This is a lot of fun." Luke said.

"I was thinking, maybe we should head back later, go get some stuff from my apartment, and I could show you another place I really like." Michael said, and Luke nodded quickly.

"What is it?" Luke asked.

"You should already know that I'm not going to tell you."