Over (Luke Hemmings)

6

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Though I didn't want to go talk to Michael and was rather tempted to walk much slower than my current pace, I felt bad for what I did to him. After all Michael and I have been through, I didn't know a boy I barely knew could tear it into shreds in merely a few minutes. Just thinking about Luke made me overthink why I was thinking about him. Right, because he ruined my relationship with Michael.

My knuckles knocked on Michael's door thrice.

"Oh, it's you," He awkwardly pursed his lips, keeping his hands close to the door, giving me a message that he didn't want me in his humble abode. "Did you need something?"

"Listen, Mickey, I'm sorry, okay? For ditching you for Luke. That was a pretty shitty move." I sighed, staring at my shoes.

"Did he tell you to come here?" He asked, popping his head out of the house and frantically looking around.

Furrowing my brows at him for how odd he was acting, I cupped his face in hopes he'd calm himself down. "What is wrong with you, mate? I went on my own." I lied, leaving the fact that Calum was the one who ordered me to be here.

His features surprisingly softened and his orbs bored into mine. "Come in." He suggested, cutting out our most awkward situation in our entire history of knowing each other.

Nodding, I followed him to the couch. "I won't do that again, I promise." I reassuringly told him, eager enough to let him forgive me for the Luke situation.

"I liked you cupping my face," he stuck his bottom lip out. Once he noticed my dazed face, he coughed. "I thought you were talking about uh, a while ago -- never mind... I wasn't mad at you, I just overreacted. We've known each other for a long time and you've just started talking to Luke and you chose to go with him. I dunno, I think I just got a bit jealous. Friends do get jealous of other friends, right?"

It was crystal clear to me now. Or at least I thought it was.

He admitted he liked me cupping his face, he also admitted he got a bit jealous but added a thing about friends getting jealous of other friends. "You suck at expressing your feelings, Clifford." I let out a laugh.

He laughed along. "It's that obvious?"

"Oh, no, no. Just a little bit too much obvious." I looked at him, suddenly finding his eyes much more interesting to stare at. Is this a hormonal thing?

Both of our smiles soon started fading and our faces started to move closer and closer to each other. I had my eyes set on his too pink lips and his eyes were on mine. His cheeks started to surface its inner rosiness and I swear mine did, too.

What if we regretted this in the future? What if it would get more awkward than it usual is when we're hanging out as friends or would it make it less awkward?

Thinking about reality made me prevent myself from kissing his lips; also made my hands to pat his shoulders. It was getting more heated up and I decided to sit back straight on my seat awkwardly, trying to decipher what just happened.

"Uh, Em," he spoke after a couple of seconds of nothing but awkward, sounding disappointed.

"Yeah?" My voice was hoarse but I managed.

"What are we?"

I sighed and gripped on the fabric of the couch. "What are we?"

I saw him shrug from the corner of my eye. "Depends."

I shifted back to face him. If I kiss him and feel some spark or fantasy-like shit, I might want to take our relationship to another level but if not, I might friend zone the guy. "If you feel a spark, tell me."