For a Good Time, Call | Mashton/Malum ( #Wattys2017 )

[16] It's My Life

"Yo, Michael, you dead?" 

Michael peeled open his eyes, the bright sunshine causing him to squint. It had been four days since he left the house, let alone the bed. His plans weren't about to change either. He figured that the voice was just in his dream, so he squeezed his eyes shut in hopes of going back to sleep. That way he wouldn't have to deal with life or the harshness of it. 

"Michael, where the hell are you?!" 

It was then that he knew that it wasn't a dream and that someone was in his apartment - that someone being Luke. Mentally, he groaned, not wanting to talk to anyone. He had forgotten that he had given Luke the spare key in case of an emergency. With all his might, Michael hoped that Luke would just leave without checking his bedroom. 

But all hope was lost when the doorknob jiggled and opened. Michael quickly shut his eyes, hoping that the kid would decide to leave him be instead of waking him up, but knew that that was holding out too much hope when his shoulder started to shake. Some days, he regrets giving Luke that spare.

"Rise and shine, dip shit," Luke said as the blonde ripped the cozy comforter from Michael's body. Michael let out a groan, wishing that he had enough energy in him to be able to kick the shit out of the guy. "Don't give me that tone. It's nearly two in the afternoon. Get your lazy ass out of bed."

"Didn't sleep last night," Michael slurred tiredly, hoping that Luke would actually have a heart and leave him alone. 

"How come I am finding that hard to believe?" Luke snorted, turning away from the window with his hands placed on his hips. "You've been ignoring me for the past five days and I'm pretty sure that you haven't left the house, let alone your bed, in that amount of time, so now's when you need to get your petty ass up and stop moping." 

Luke sounded angry and Michael wasn't really wanting to protest to a miffed Luke. If anything, he would do what the boy told him, just so he could stay on his good side and avoid getting his head bit off of his spinal cord. 

Slowly, Michael rolled out of the bed with Luke watching him like a disappointed mother. His mum, Karen, didn't have to worry about Michael not taking care of himself. Luke would do the job for her. As much as it was nice sometimes, it was also annoying. Michael lived on his own to get away from being treated like a child. He didn't need Luke to barge in on him like that and act all Mama Bear on him. 

"Can you stop watching me like I'm in prison?" Michael growled in a low morning voice. "Not to mention, it makes me feel uncomfortable. I'm in my underwear, God dammit."

Luke turned away, rolling his eyes. Michael stumbled to his closet and threw on the first t-shirt and pair of jeans that he saw. He looked in the mirror at himself, cringing at his appearance. He figured he looked like hell, but he didn't think he looked like a character straight from The Walking Dead until he saw his reflection. 

"Okay, you can turn around." 

Luke turned around and walked out of the room, signaling for Michael to follow. Michael did, feeling like he was a teenager again. While Luke went into the kitchen to make coffee, Michael took his spot on one of the bar stools and began fiddling with his fingers, trying not to think. That's what always got him into trouble. That's why he didn't leave his house for four days. 

"So, are you going to tell me why you've been ignoring my calls and texts for the past five days?" Luke asked, sounding like a disappointed mum. It made Michael wonder if the blonde was the bottom in his relationship, despite Luke bragging about how he was a top. 

"I've been busy. Lost track of time, I guess," Michael shrugged. He didn't want to think about the A word. That's what caused him to close off in the first place.