sept. 31
Luke walked out the doors of the school, knowing he was missing the rest of the school day for Michael.
He walked around the corner to the back of the school close to the dumpsters and where all of the "bad" kids come to hang out.
"Art boy!" Michael said, a lop-sided grin lying lazily on his lips. "So glad you could make it."
Michael had his arm slung around a girl with long pastel blue hair, leaning against a wall.
Luke walked over to him, feeling the eyes of all Michael's friends carefully watching him. "Why did you want me here?" Luke asked him quietly as Michael lit his cigarette.
"You going to come with me to my place, and we're going to finish this dumb project, okay?"
Luke quickly nodded to the older boy's words. "I need to get my stuff." He told him, and Michael gave a quick nod. "Get it, and meet me back here when you're finished," he says, putting the lit cigarette back up to his lips.
Michael watched Luke walk off closely, and heard a faint chuckle from the girl beneath his arm. "What's so special about that one, Mike?"
Michael shrugged, letting her take a puff from his cigarette. "Don't know, Ash. He's different then the rest of the losers in this school."
"Well, he looks at you like you're the best thing in the world," Ashley tells him, handing the cigarette back to him. Michael just rolled his eyes, watching the young boy return with a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Gotta go," he tells the group, crushing the cigarette underneath his boot into the gravel of the parking lot. He walks up to Luke, nodding in the direction of where he parked. "Follow me."
As they approached, Luke froze. "I'm supposed to ride on that?" He says in a quiet voice, eyeing the motorcycle suspiciously. Michael stood beside it, holding the helmet in his hand, "How else are you going to get to my place?" He asked.
Throwing the single helmet to Luke, he slung his leg over the bike. Luke reluctantly strapped on the helmet, getting on behind Michael and tucking his bag beneath him. "I've never rode one of these before," Luke admits to Michael. "I'm not sure what to do."
Michael chuckled, looking back at Luke. "Wrap your arms around my middle and hold on tight. And keep your legs close to you." Luke did as Michael instructed, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy's torso and bringing his legs closer to the bike.
He felt the warmth of Michael as he slid his arms inside Michael's jacket. Luke smiled slightly, Michael was finally paying attention to him and is ready to work on the project. His reflexes kicking, Luke held on to the older boy tighter as the pulled out of the parking and into the streets.
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Look who finally updated wow I'm proud of myself
In case you didn't know Ashley is actually fetus Halsey bc she's my fucking mom Ilhsm
When this story gets 10-15 reads I'll update :)
- Amber
