Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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"Since when did we get a bookstore?"

I looked in the direction Michael's baby blue nail pointed, seeing a new bookstore across from the Starbucks.

"I don't know." I replied as the barista called our names.

I picked up the two to-go cups and handed one to Michael.

"Lets go check it out." I said, taking his empty hand in mine.

"Really!?" He squealed, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.

I chuckled at his excitement and nodded. We both walked over to the store. I watched as Michael's pink and black zig-zagged maxi-skirt swayed by his ankles.

His white crop top, that said PRETTY IN GRUNGE, exposed a small strip of his beautiful tummy.

I pulled my hand away from his smaller one and opened the door for him. A bell sounded, announcing our arrival.

"Pretty." Michael whispered, his small feet scurrying over to a display.

I mentally cooed at how cute and small he looked as he admired all the books.

"You're so cute." I said, smiling down at my small boyfriend.

"Just stop me before I buy the whole store."

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Its been four days since going to the bookstore, so now it was Sunday. I didn't see Michael on Saturday, mainly because Ashton needed help for something or other (something about Calum...i wasn't really listening) and I couldn't text the blond boy.

"Hello Luke." Karen shouted.

I waved and mouthed, 'Hello', since she had earplugs in.

"Sorry." She mumbled, pulling the orange foam out.

"Mikey's been listening to the same song on blast for the last two hours." She said over the loud music that came from upstairs, "Could you please try and get him to turn it off?"

I nodded and promised that I'd try. I scaled the stairs, taking them two at a time, until I was upstairs. I pushed Michael's door open, my eardrums hearing the pounding beat of the song he was playing.

Michael was laying on his stomach, a pillow pressed over his ears. Some black silk covered his bum and he had on a black hoodie.

I crouched down next to his bed and lifted the grey pillow that covered his eyes. He glanced at me, his tear stained cheeks being exposed.

I reached to wipe his tears but he whined and hid his face in a pillow.

"Baby, why are you crying?" I asked softly.

"I started thinking about my father." He mumbled.

I reached over to his portable radio and turned the music down.

"So you're listening to Troye Sivan and crying?" I asked.

He nodded, "I did something."

"Like what?"

He roughly pulled the hood of his pullover off, showing off his bright pink hair. My lips parted in shock and I softly ran my hand through his hair.

"It's gorgeous baby." I said.

I climbed into the bed, kicking off my shoes. Michael turned the radio off but remained on his stomach.

"Come here, baby. Lemme see your pretty face." I cooed softly.

He rolled around, his sweatshirt moving up to show his tummy. I rubbed his wet cheeks, making sure he wasn't crying anymore.

"I love your hair." I said.

Michael smiled up at me, cupping my face in his small hands. He giggled when he felt my small stubble along my jawline.

"Sorry, I didn't shave." I mumbled.

"I like it." Michael grinned, running the pad of his thumb along my jawline.

I cupped his thighs, feeling his silky smooth skin against my palms. I leaned down and softly put our lips together. I gently moved my lips against his, giving him the most passionate kiss I could give the smaller boy.

We kissed for a while, short but sweet kisses, then Michael curled up on my chest and fell asleep. He fell asleep listening to my heartbeat and loosely tracing my tattoo.

I laced my fingers together and set my hands on the small of his back. The door opened and Michael's mum came in. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She 'aw'ed at us and grabbed the blanket on the floor. She covered us with a grey and white quilt, tucking us in. Moving Michael's messy fringe, she pecked his forehead.

"Goodnight, bubba." She whispered.

Then she kissed my forehead, "Thank you Luke. You make him really happy."

She left the room, softly shutting the door behind her. I smile. I look down at the boy on my chest.

Michael stirred, sleepily rubbing his eyes before hugging me closer.

"I love you, Michael."

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Hungry.

~Cookie Xx