torn // muke

15

About three hours had passed since the situation with Michael, and Luke had finally calmed himself down. It was 9 p.m. and he was sitting in his living room, snuggled under a lot of blankets watching Aladdin.

There was a knock at the door, so Luke paused the movie, and stood up. He walked over to the door, and opened it up, feeling his eyes well up at the sight of Michael.

"Please leave," he whispered, and began shutting the door, but Michael stopped him.

"I wanna take you for a drive." Michael said, and Luke shook his head. "Luke, please. I owe you an explanation." Michael said, and Luke scoffed. "You actually have an excuse for what you said to me?" Luke asked, and felt a tear fall from his eye.

"No. There's no excuse for what I did, but at least let me explain myself." Michael said, and Luke hesitantly grabbed his key, and locked the door, following Michael to his car.

Luke sat in the passenger seat, but wanted nothing more than to run back inside to the warmth of his home.

Michael got in the car, and drove out of the apartment parking lot. He turned the music up so loud that it scared Luke at first.

Luke watched the road, trying to figure out where they were going, but he had no clue. He was surprised by Michael every time.

They pulled into an old field that nobody owned. Luke looked around, and they sat there for about five minutes. Michael stared out of the windshield and listed to the music while Luke sat there confused.

Eventually, Michael's hand reached up to turn the music off. Luke waited patiently, waiting for Michael to talk.

"I'm scared of you, Luke." Michael finally said, and Luke looked over at him. "I have a lot of trouble ever feeling anything. A lot of the time, I just feel empty and emotionless. Im scared because when I'm with you, I feel something, and I've never been able to feel anything like it before. I- I have depression and recently, it's gotten to the point that I wish someone would just punch me in the face so I could feel pain. Or someone would break my heart so I would feel sad. I'm an idiot, and every once in a while, I try to go without my pills. When I was showing you all of my favorite places, I felt so happy, like I had never felt before and that terrifies me. Then, I spent one day without you, and my mind convinced me to push you away. That's why I said all of those horrible things to you. I hate myself for making you cry, but I hate you more for being so damn beautiful that you're all I can think about. You're all I need to feel. I wanna feel your chest pressed against mine while we sleep. And I wanna feel your hand in mine. I wanna feel that ounce of pride when I make you smile. Luke, you're the only thing I want to feel because you're the only thing that makes me feel alive." Michael spilled, and Luke felt tears stream from his eyes.

He crawled over to Michael's seat, and straddled his lap. He pressed his hands to Michael's cheeks, and connected their foreheads. Luke smiled before their lips pressed together, sending electric shocks all the way through Luke. He felt tingly, and he felt happy.

Michael's hands planted themselves on Luke's waist, holding onto the blonde boy. Luke wrapped his arms around Michael's neck, deepening their kiss.

The kiss was broken when the both of them couldn't hold in a smile any longer.

"By the way, you definitely do not smell like smoke. You smell like rainbows and candy, and unicorns, and gosh you smell so pretty." Michael said, contently closing his eyes.

Luke giggled, and leaned down, pressing his lips to Michael's nose for a second.

"And you're definitely not a cheap whore. You're my beautiful boyfriend."