You & I~Muke

-Michael-

HELLO HELLO HELLO!!!

FUCKING SORRY IT TOOK ME SOOO LONG TO UPDATE, I WAS CRAZY busy WITH CHRISTMAS AND SCHOOL AND I'M STILL BUSY WITH SCHOOL SO YEAH, BUT I'M EXCITED TO UPDATE FOR YOU LOVELY PEOPLE!

YOU MIGHT SEE THE PICTURE ABOVE! I WANNA THANK @xouterspacealienx for bringing this competition to my knowledge lol. i completely understand if you cba or don't wanna vote, and i'm very aware i won't get very far lol, but if you fancy dropping my user name and this book under either or both (idk the rules lol) of these catagories it would mean a whole load

other than that, enjoy! i love u sm (also this shit is so unedited im sorry)

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We are soon saying goodbye to the family I haven't seen in so long.

Sucks when something you love doing goes so quickly, slips through your finger tips.

They wish me well, something in their tone telling me there's more sympathy in there than should be; of course there is, because of course, they know what happened.

Everyone does; somehow.

Luke bids goodbye to aunty and uncle as if it's his family too, and hugging Clementine who doesn't want to seem to let him go; she's fallen in love with him totally.

Not that I can blame her.

"Bye," I say, quietly amongst everyone else; Aunty shoots me a wink, with a reassuring sweet smile. I'll never not love this lady, I swear.

All too soon, the front door is closed and we stand in the warm, dark hallways. The four of us.

As if it's a sort of gathering and we are just relaxing, comfortable; while I'm quite the opposite because Luke's hand is on my waist. He doesn't notice really, it's more of an old habit but it also kind of breaks my heart you know?

I close my eyes, breathing, in and out. Dad stares at me patiently. They're all so patient and it does my head in; I wish I had no one that cared about me, most of the time because then I wouldn't have to feel so bad about hating myself so much.

There's a small moment of peace.

A small moment that I wish would last forever but tragically, it doesn't.

Because then my phone buzzes in the pocket of my hoodie; shaking hands receive it- it's from Calum, wishing Luke and I a happy Christmas.

God, I've missed that face.

But yes, I would love to indulge in the moment, appreciate it but why should I let myself? Why shouldn't I stop the paranoid thoughts in my head, screaming because we want to know how he knows Luke is here.

I look up to the tall boy who's looking down at me, his hand still on my waist; there's a smile, small and sweet like left over sugar sleeping on his baby pink lips.

What a beauty.

Just a shame he's not mine- I'm walking away before I know it, catching my breath before it turns around and suffocates me all the same.

I'm just diving into my room when dad calls for me.

"We need to open presents, Mike."

Fuck.

Of course. The thing I'm meant to be excited about, but I'm dreading it; I hate that I probably won't live up to the expectations of opening the presents- it's harder now, especially, because I hardly feel anything at all, which is worse than being sad. I'm almost relieved when I'm sad.