another week passes, and michael is sure that luke had forgotten about him. it kind of hurts him, but again, it really shouldn't. but michael feels a sort of connection with the man. an odd one at that.
michael climbs into his bed, hoping to get some sleep that night, even though he knows that he won't get any. much like every other night. the purple haired boy sighs as he stares up at the ceiling, praying that sleep comes to him tonight.
but as his eyes are finally getting heavy, his phone chimes beside him. someone's calling him. he sits up in his bed, groaning, and picks it up, answering it. "hello?" he greets with a tired voice. "hi, michael," luke's voice chimes from the end of the line.
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Mental ✧ muke
FanfictionBoys with purple hair aren't supposed to be with strangers with lip rings and blonde hair. [lowercase intended]
