Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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I tossed and turned. I tried with a pillow, with out a pillow, with more pillows then I needed. Eventually I just trudged downstairs.

I brought my blanket. Not because I was cold, but because it smelled like Michael and I could sleep on the couch with it.

Grandpa was up, playing solitaire on the dinning room table. He didn't bother looking up but spoke to me like he knew it was me and not one of my brothers.

"Son, sit down over here." He called softly.

He only ever called me son, which upset my father because he was grandpa's actual son yet he's been called nothing but his name.

I don't really question my grandpa. I sit down beside him and buddle the blanket around me. The vanilla scent hit me when I moved around in the fabric.

I watched grandpa for a bit, just playing Solitaire.

"Your father, he doesn't like when I call you son." It was like he read my mind, but I stayed silent as he slowly continued, "You remind me much of myself, Luke. That's why I call you son."

"How?" I asked softly, "How do I remind you of yourself."

He swept the cards up with his arm, bringing them to a pile. He started to pack them together, back into a deck.

"they way you carry yourself." He said once the deck of cards was stacked perfectly.

He delt the cards, making two perfect piles, "The bad boy attitude where nothing matters. Then you meet someone."

"Suddenly everything matters." We both murmured.

He smiled at me, pushing one of the pile of cards to me.

"We'll play war. Tell me about your boy, Michael."

I set down a card, "He smells like Vanilla. He has long eyelashes and he dyes his hair."

"He's perfect in every way."

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"9 seats."

"Why? There's only 7 of us." Mum asked.

"9 seats." Grandpa grunted again.

Ben, who was setting up the chairs, sighed and grabbed two more chairs.

"Dad, this is a family Easter." Dad reminded him.

Grandpa only grunted and when the doorbell rang, he sent me to go answer it. I didn't bother checking who it was before I opened it, its probably our cousins or some good friends of Grandpa's.

I swung the door open, "Wel-"

I stopped when I saw who it was. They smiled up at me, their bright green eyes sparkling up at me. I threw my arms around them and picked them up, spinning him around.

Michael squealed, and giggled, asking to be put back down.

"No! I'm never letting you go." I exclaimed, earning the attention of my parents.

They came to see what all the noise was, but I was too busy enjoying Michael in my arms to care. Michael laughed, getting out of my grip and stumbling in his black booties when they touched the ground.

Michael's mum was in the doorway, grinning at us. Cupping Michael's face in my hands, I gave him the most passionate kiss I could give the smaller boy.

"You changed your hair." I murmured, brushing back his lilac hair.

Michael nodded, smiling widely up at me. I gave him one more hug before wrapping my arms around Mrs. Clifford. She laughed and patted my side.

"This is the best Easter ever."

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Awe

~Cookie Xx