luke laid in bed, checking his phone. it had been 5 minutes since he sent the text.
read 9:46 PM
did michael even remember who he was? he had to, he's the one who wrote his number on luke's cup. did he type the number in correctly? he triple checked just in case. it was the right number. just as he was about to lock his phone, three bouncing dots appeared. luke smiled, slightly eager to get a response. he hadn't made very many friends since he moved, and michael seemed like a nice guy.
m: hey luke, what's up? :)
l: just in bed, i'm not very tired tho lol
m: same, i'm having trouble sleeping lately, idk why
l: me too, i wonder why
l: maybe there's wandering spirits that go from house to house and curse people with insomnia 😱
m: wtf?? lmaooo
l: it's possible!!
m: maybe you're right luke
m: who u gonna call??
l: GHOST BUSTERS
m: FUCK YEAH
l: watch ur language
m: don't tell me what to do
l: pretty sure i'm older so
m: how old are you?
l: 97 :-)
m: no you're not
l: okay you caught me
l: i'm 23
m: you're not that much older
m: i'm 21
l: but you look so young awhh
m: hey i'm a big boy :(
l: lmao
l: sure
m: :((
l: sorry michael x
m: it's okay :)
l: i'm gonna try to get some sleep, okay?
m: okay me too
l: goodnight, watch out for ghosts
m: goodnight lucas, you too
l: that's not my name!!
m: sleep good :-)
luke smiled, locking his phone. he was excited to keep talking to michael, he made him happy.
i thought this was pretty cute :-)
don't forget to let me know what you think, this is my first story and i'd love the feedback!
also much love to the six people reading this lol ❤️
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inspired - muke
Fanfictionluke is a frustrated artist and michael is head over heels for the beautiful blond artist!luke barista!michael (lowercase intended)
