torn // muke

13

Luke and Michael got back into town around 3 in the morning and found themselves at a McDonalds eating a mountain of fries once again.

Michael was keeping his eyes locked on his MacBook, and Luke was silently sitting at the other side of the booth, wandering what he was doing.

"Check these out." Michael said after a while, and walked to Luke's side of the booth, sitting beside him. He turned his laptop around, and started going through pictures he took.

Luke smiled as he looked at them. Most of them were off guard pictures he had taken of Luke. "These are great. Why are so many of them of me, though?" Luke asked, genuinely curious. He felt like there were much more beautiful things to take pictures of.

"You were my inspiration. The view just helped create the picture." Michael said, causing Luke to smile so big.

"I should probably get you home. Might feel nice to finally sleep in your own bed again." Michael said, and started packing up his computer. Luke sat the empty tray on the trashcan top, and followed Michael out to the car.

Once they were back on the road, Michael turned the music up, and sang along, allowing Luke to listen to his beautiful voice as he watched all the neon signs and headlights go by.