The Lucky One ⇝ Muke

chapter eighteen

hi I'm back

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Michael decided to take Luke out on a hike, the town had a mountain range a few miles away, so the pair had drove in Michael's car to the trail before they walked up it, their hands entwined.

They found a look out post two thirds of the way up so they sat down on the grass, looking out at the view and eating the pasta that Michael's mum had made that morning for them.

"What was your favourite part about your career?" Michael asked Luke. "There must've been something great about it."

"At the start yes." Luke said, "but I was sixteen, and my first single had just dropped and I was super happy with it, even though I hadn't written it. It did really well too."

"How well?" Michael asked, looking at Luke who wore a baseball cap that belonged to Michael.

"First in fifty four countries." Luke said, "you see why sixteen year old me was happy?"

Michael nodded, "I was ten when that song came out, everyone use to sing it at school and I was known as the Ryder Adams number one fan."

Luke laughed, "I enjoyed it at the start."

"Was there anything else?"

"When I won a Grammy." Luke said, making Michael gasp. Luke laughed at his reaction, "it's at home somewhere."

"Oh my god please let me see it." Michael begged, stuffing more pasta in to his mouth. "When did you get it?"

"When I was eighteen." Luke said, "I already hated my job but getting a Grammy was cool, even if it wasn't for me."

"You talk about Ryder Adams like he's a completely other person." Michael said.

"He is. I was living a lie." Luke looked at Michael, "it was never me."

Michael looked at Luke, "well you can be you now Luke."

Luke smiled, reaching his hand out and entwining their hands. He loved holding Michael's hand.

Later that night, Michael sat in Luke's bed, where he spent more time than he did in his own bed next door. Luke was on his hands and knees as he searched under the bed for a box.

Luke eventually got up, "got it," he said, his face red. He pulled the box open, pulling out the Grammy and holding it up to Michael, who reached out and grabbed it.

Michael read across the plaque, "Ryder Adams, album on the year." He read out loud.

Luke hummed, looking through the box, he found other awards, VMA's and Brit Awards, but then he looked up at Michael and realised that the Australian boy was his greatest trophy.

Michael looked down at Luke again, handing him the Grammy, "sell it on eBay, but yourself a hot tub with the money."

Luke laughed, pushing the box back under the bed, one day he'd probably sell them, he would get a lot for them. He didn't want them, or need them, they weren't really his, they were his record companies, they did everything, all Luke did was sing.

Michael reached forward and took Luke's hand, "come get in bed."

Luke stood up, moving on the bed and crawling over Michael, laying beside the dyed haired boy. Luke looked up at the ceiling, Michael staring at Luke. "I think I need glasses." Luke said.

"Yeah? I could ask my mum for the number of her opticians."

Luke nodded, "yes please."

They were silent for a moment before Michael said, "are you happy?"

"With you, yes."

Michael smiled but shook his head, "I mean, are you happy, Luke?"

Luke thought about it before he shrugged, "all I know is that I'm content, you make me happy Mike. Not everyone's happy all the time but with you, I am." Luke said, reaching his hand out to Michael, who took it, entwining their fingers again.

Luke kissed the back of Michael's hand, "are you happy Michael?"

Michael grinned, "very happy."

Michael then tapped his fingers against Luke's hand, "you know," he started, "you literally chose a rose garden over Madison square."

Luke's next words didn't even take a second to leave his mouth, because it was the honest truth.

"I would chose it again if it meant I met you."

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I love muke, sorry this is short

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Luke and his Grammy? Michael seeing it?

Luke being happy with Michael? He's depressed because of what happened so he's gonna get help soon it's okay

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