Lately, Michael hasn't been home much at all. He was constantly working late, and when he was home, he would be irritated when Luke would ask him to cuddle or to talk to him. He had no time for Luke.
When Michael came home, Luke lightly smiled at him, but didn't say a word. He was scared to. He didn't want to make Michael mad any more.
"Get this place cleaned up a little, won't you?" Michael asked harshly, looking at the cluttered kitchen table.
"Help?" Luke asked so softly, looking up at Michael.
"You want help? I'm not the one who is constantly sitting at home on their ass, keeping the house dirty. I have advice that can help though: quit being lazy and maybe you won't have to clean up after yourself as much." He spat, and Luke quickly nodded before beginning to clean.
He made the mess on purpose right before Michael got home. He thought maybe if there was work to be done at home, him and Michael could spend time together doing it.
He was wrong.
He's been doing things a lot recently as a cry for attention. He has got a new hair cut, replaced Michael's guitar strings, and he even started loosing weight just to see if Michael would notice him and tell him he looked pretty again.
He never did.
"I'm going to bed. You better have cleaned our room, or so help me God.." He said with his voice trailing off, and Luke's eyes widened. He didn't clean it at all.
He quickly pushed the mess in the kitchen to the back of the table, following Michael up the stairs.
He bit on his nail in nervousness. Luke is very shy and when he's scared or has been alone for a while, he doesn't talk a lot, even with people he's known for so long. All Michael has done is yell at him or completely neglect him when Luke needed him the most.
When he walked into their sort-of messy room, he looked at the ground.
"Are you serious?" Michael grumbled before taking off his shirt and pants before crawling into the bed.
He shut off the light, leaving Luke standing in the pitch black.
Luke felt so alone it was killing him. All he wanted was for Michael to open his arms and hold him. Just once. Tell him he did a good job and that he was proud of Luke. But he's not. He isn't proud at all.
Luke ran over to the bathroom in their room, and stepped inside, closing the door. His tears spilled over his eyes as he slid his back down the wall.
It got way too hard for him to hold in his sobs, so he tucked his head into his knees. All he's done for the past couple weeks is cry. He's over it.
He just wants Michael to say he loves him.
"Luke?" Michael asked as he opened the door, only to see Luke balled up in the corner.
He ran over, holding Luke so close to his chest.
"I-I c-can't do anything r-r-right." Luke cried, holding onto Michael's arm.
"Luke, hush." Michael whispered, holding Luke's head. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.
"I-I.. Every day I tried to somehow get your attention. It never worked. I haven't even had you talk to me properly in about two weeks. I don't want to be alone anymore." Luke cried softly, finally calming down a little.
"I'm right here." Michael whispered, his face to Luke's hair as he held Luke to his chest. "I'm so sorry for not treating you the way you deserve. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, but I'm stupid, and I was too selfish to see what was going on. I love you." Michael whispered, and Luke smiled.
"I love you too. It feels so good to hear that again."
Michael picked Luke up, walking him over to the bed, kissing his lips as he laid him down. That was also the first time he has felt Michael's lips in two days.
He smiled as Michael laid beside him, pulling him into his chest.
"I promise you, I'm never gonna treat you like that again."
