Innocent(Muke)

chapter 16

8 AM. Michael slipped out of Luke's loosened grip. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder at Luke. Michael sat there worrying about Luke for five minutes. His feet hit the ground softly. He walked over to the dresser, soundlessly grabbing a shirt and jeans. He walked out without another sound.

He changed in the bathroom on automatic, not even seeing what's front of him. He turned toward the huge, full length mirror. He closed his eyes, tugging at his stomach, taking in a deep breath. He opened them only a few seconds after, forcing his arms at his sides. He took in his own appearance through the mirror. He felt disgusted in what he saw. A frown tugged his lips downward, seeing his stomach stick out slightly. He had put on a gray sleeveless nirvana shirt. His pants were a plain black color, fitting tightly on his legs.

His hand flew over his face, realizing he'd accidentally grabbed Luke's shirt. His lips started to tug upwards, but guilt washed over his mind making them turn down again. He huffed at himself for attaching himself to Luke so much.

Michael's arms subconsciously flew back across his stomach, pulling on his sides. He looked down at his feet, millions of thoughts in his head. All true, of course. The word ugly seemed to be in every thought.

The words were consuming him, he needed to get out of here. He turned around away from the mirror, out the door of the bathroom. He found himself leaving the apartment.

On the way to the main floor, many people had gotten in and out of the elevator. Michael mumbled a 'good morning' or offered a warm smile. Most didn't respond. Mornings were the most hates thing for everyone. Michael could almost taste the hatred of morning air.

He was too thankful when he got to the main floor. He practically ran out of there, accidentally bumping into people.

He ran to get to the bus stop at the end up the street. He stopped finally, breathing heavily promising himself, he'd never do that again. Ever.

The bus pulled up minutes later, he walked over to the bus with a few other people, getting on. He sat in a empty seat, next to a girl with white earbuds in here ears blasting music.

Michael grinned at the song he heard. He wasn't usually one to be talking to people, but it is all time low she's listening to.

He tapped on her shoulder, making her pull out her earbuds, clearly annoyed. He just smiled even wider.

"Are you listening to all time low?"

"Uh yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Well I could hear it, and I love all time low."

"Really? Me too!"

"That's great. Oh, I'm Michael, by the way."

"I'm Zee. Nice to meet ya, Michael."

"You, too. Where you headed anyways?"

"I thought I'd go to get some coffee."

"Oh, me too!"

"Maybe we should go together. Get to know each other."

"That sounds like fun, Zee."

The bus came to a stop again after awhile of silence between them.

"Oh! Come on, it's the stop. This is the closest we can get to the coffee shop."

Michael got off with Zee hurrying behind him. He ran off the bus, waiting for Zee. She laughed loudly once the bus left. Michael laughed with her at nothing at all.

Zee took him to a small coffee shop. Brick walls surrounded the outside, and a small sign above the door. It gave Michael a warm feeling just seeing it.

Zee stood proudly, like it was her own piece of art. Michael rolled his eyes, stepping forward to start walking to the door. Zee hurried to catch up with him, reaching the door first.

Michael walked inside filling up with awe and excitement. Zee pulled him toward the counter, unwillingly.

Zee ordered her usual, while Michael took a few minutes to look and find something he'd like. He did eventually, stumbling out words incompletely. Zee stood with a amused expression while he did.

Zee handed Michael his coffee, and walked with him to a table. They sat in quiet air.

"Michael, are you gay?"

Michael choked on the coffee, spitting everywhere. His eyes widened, clearly surprised.

"Uh, I... um Yes."

"Hmm. Okay!"

"Okay?"

"Yup. It's pretty cool, dude. Do you have a boyfriend, though?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Oh what do you mean?"

"We just haven't been seeing each other for that long."

"Okay. What's he like?"

"His name's Luke. He blond, tall, he has blue eyes, really sweet. I think he's a writer?"

"Like Luke Hemmings?" Zee joked.

"Uh actually, yeah."

"Are fucking joking?"

"No. He is actually my partner."

"Oh! You must be Michael Clifford, then."

"Well, yeah."

"Okay. Now let's talk about your favorite color."

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Luke pulled at his hair, for the millionth time this morning. He woke to a cold bed, and a missing Michael. He hoped Michael was safe.

He paced back and fourth, still cursing to himself. He had yet to change into a decent set of clothing. He still wore his clothes from the party last night.

His phone rung, as he was in the middle of a string of curses. He fumbled with his phone, still cursing while he accepted the call, not looking at the caller ID.

"Goddamnitfucki-"

"L-luke? H-hey." Calum spoke like he'd been crying.

"Oh. Hey, Cal. Hey, what's wrong? You sound like absolute shit, mate."

"Y-yeah. You could say that."

"Spill it. Something is getting you down. Oh god, is it Ashton?"

"You could say that." Calum said harshly.

"Okay. C'mon, man."

"Okay. Well, Ashton was drunk at your party ya know? Well he cheated on me."

"What? With who? How do you know? What'd he do?"

"He - he told me. God you're going to hate him, so much. He had sex with-with.... Michael."
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A/n oh shit it's getting really tense in here dudes y'all should go cool down oi but seriously idk what this is.

I had a headache so I'm happy i atleast got something done today yay. Lol life is boring bye.

Wait, also what do you think is going to go down next? What do you think Luke will do or how he will act?

(Shout out to my friend cheekydaddy bc she's rad and I used her name in this lol (-: )