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4.1

4.1

|| lukes pov ||

" baby, baby, baby , oh! and I'm like baby, baby, baby, no! thought you'll nuh nuh nuh nuh mine, I don't know the next lyric , fuck! " i cursed , michael giggled .

"you're so cute."  michael poked my cheek .

" not as cute as you " i winked as I kissed his lips softly , we later continued watching The 5thWave .

" why does Chloe Moretz gotta be so fucking hot " michael licked his lips and paused the movie where chloes butt was showing. (an : not butt naked lol)

" shut up mike , you're gay "

" i know " michael sighed sadly as I playfully punched his arm causing michael to pout .

as we were watching the part where cassie found her father dead , michael was brawling his eyes out , I sat there awkwardly patting his back .

" w-why oliver! h-how could you d-do t-this to your c-children! " michael sobbed .

" hey , look on the bright side . At least cassie or sam didn't die , " I smiled .

" y-yeah, but their mother isn't alive also! " michael bursts out crying again.

"just remember that you have me in your life" I smiled .

"b-but y-you ain't c-chloe moretz"
michael stuttered, i glared at him as michael lets out a cute giggle which made i smile.

"oh shut up, you love me" i smirked, michael blushed.

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" have you ever heard of that show 'strangle things?'" michael asked, i choked on my water and laughed.

"baby, it's not 'strangle', it's called 'stranger things'" i chuckled and kissed his nose. michael blushed in embarrassment.

we continued walking around the mall, lacing our fingers together. not giving a single fuck about homophobic people around us. michael and i walked into the food court and ordered our selfs some curly fries and pizza. when we finished our food, michael and I walked into the store 'hot topic'.

"ooo, stranger things stuffs" michael eyeballed the merch, i rolled my eyes and looked at the band shirts. my eye caught a white 'my chemical romance' shirt, with black splattered on.

i took the shirt and decided to buy it since it was on sale, how could this beautiful shirt be on sale. It should cost way more because it's a fucking masterpiece.

"babe babe babe babe babe, oh fuck. it seriously can't be him. I'm gonna flip if it's him." I heard Michael spoke, I turned around seeing him close to tears.

"b-baby, what's wrong?" I hugged him, he pointed the direction which was outside of the store we were in.

oh shit.

"it's fucking kellin quinn, holy fuck" my eyes widen seeing the sight of my idol.

"let's go say hi!" i hit michaels arm in excitement, michael rubs his arm.

"w-what i-if h-he doesn't l-like me" michael stuttered.

"baby, everyone likes the cool michael clifford, if they don't. they're family better start digging up their graves because im about to do some legal shit" i gritted through my teeth, michael let's out a small laugh and locked our pinkies together as we walked towards god, aka kellin.