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sept. 25

Luke had a crush.

Luke had a crush on the red haired boy who wore leather jackets everyday and smoked cigarettes behind the school everyday. He watched the boy sitting two rows in front of him in their art class, which Luke loved. He finished sketching the boy, this time it was an angel with broken winds and a broken heart, or at least that's how he saw the drawing.

The drawing before that was of the boy as well. And the drawing before that.

His sketchbook was filled with sketches of the boy. He learned his name was Michael, and he was 19 years old, apparently he got held back in 6th grade. He also liked a lot of bands Luke liked too, they both always wore band shirts to school, but Michael always wore his leather jacket with it.

As Luke closed his sketchbook, he heard the end of the teachers speech. "-and you will be drawing each other as you see them. I'll be assigning your partners now." He sighed, picking up the clipboard in front of him. "Martinez, you go with Sivan, Hood, with Irwin-"

Luke zoned out, beginning to draw little flowers on his fingers on his fingers until he hears his name. "-and Hemmings, you go with Clifford."

Michael? Luke couldn't be partnered up with Michael. He's a shy enough student as it is. As the older boy made his way back to Luke's desk, Luke shoved his sketchbook and drawings into his bag and turned in time to see Michael move a desk right beside Luke's.

"So, you're Luke, I guess? I'm Michael. I guess we have to do this project." He sighed, and Luke nodded. "Um, well, how do you want to start? I'm sure we have to do a rough draft, then add details with a charcoal-"

"whatever," the other boy sighed. "As long as I get an A, I'm fine with whatever. Just tell me what to do and when to do it."

And with that, the boy got up and walked out into the hallway.

Hi!!! I'm Amber and here's my first muke story :)))
I have a feeling that this story is going to be good ;)
I promise next chapters will be much longer and better written I wrote this at like 2am

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