Broken Waves

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 Quick lil A/N:

Ok so I know that this is in the future and blah blah blah but don't get all mad about the color that Mike dyes his hair even though it's 'out of order' mah story sorta kinda mah hair

"Lukey what do you want for lunch?" Michael asked boredly from the couch. He had been tapping away at my laptop for a while. I had been sitting down at the other end of the couch, watching him fondly as he learned to type quickly again.

"I dunno. Maybe we can go to Nando's. I haven't been in a while," I suggested and he smiled.

"Yeah, and then you can get that haircut. Shoulder length hair does not suit you well," he chuckled and began to comb through my wet and ugly hair with his fingers. I had just taken a shower and had a long-needed shave. I looked fresh today, like I had actually tried to look okay.

"I like that idea. I haven't driven since the crash but I can try to," I said. I wanted to drive, I really did. I didn't want my Mikey to have to do anything after all the trauma he had been put through.

"I can drive if you don't want to," Michael said as he closed the laptop.

"I-It's ok. I kinda wanted to. I miss my old car," I smiled fondly at the thought of driving my old, faded red Impala parked in the garage. It had been collecting dust for the past five years and I think that maybe I should give her some action.

He chuckled softly. "You still have Lola?"

I nodded quickly.

He laughed this time. "Well then let's get going Lukey-Pookey."

As much as I absolutely despised that nickname I was letting it slide for now because I had actually missed hearing him taunt me about it. I stood up from the couch and grabbed the keys from the kitchen table. Had they been sitting there for the last five years? I wouldn't doubt it. Ashton and Calum know that I would actually murder them if they touched Lola.

I looked through the garage door to see Lola. She was still so pretty in my eyes. Yes, she had rust spots, a few dents, and places where the paint was chipping, but each one of those spots had stories that I remembered so vividly.

"She hasn't changed a bit," Michael observed and then climbed into the passenger seat. The leather was a little aged but still pretty. I climbed into the driver's seat and absent mindedly pressed the garage door opener to open up the garage. I stuck the keys into the ignition and then realized I was actually going to drive. After being cooped up long I was actually going to drive. My hands gripped the steering wheel and I slowly backed out.

"You can go faster," Michael chuckled.

"Hey, don't be a tease! I haven't driven in a long time!" I defended and turned out of the driveway.

The radio played softly in the background and suddenly it was turned up extremely loud. I had forgotten that when Michael had been stranded he wasn't able to listen to music. That must have been absolutely awful. Michael sung along to multiple Blink-182 and Green Day songs before the shuffle on my phone switched to a more familiar song.

"Luke. This is our song," Michael said softly and turned the radio up even more.

I smiled. "Yeah I know. That's why it's on my playlist. I needed to be able to hear your voice and this song helps a lot."

He smiled warmly. "You don't have to just listen to the song now. You can listen to me again."

I opened my mouth to reply but he began to sing:

"Cuz I've got a jet black heart!"

And then I joined in:

"And there's a hurricane underneath it,