You & I~Muke

-Luke-

HOLY SHIT 

IT TOOK ME ALMOST A MONTH TO UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!

IM SO SORRY

BUT THANK YOU FOR THE CONSTANT SUPPORT SINCE I'VE BEEN GOING ( I CAN BREATHHEEE FOR THE FIRSSTTT TIMMEEE)

i've mainly been busy with school, and i've been out with friends lots and just been social which i think is making me pretty happy (tired too tho) and i've just been working on my health and mentality alot and i've just beeennnn soooo bussyyyy

but i do hope you enjoy this chapter; pls drop comments throughout or at the end to let me know what you thought. 

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(srry in advance for any mistakes i haven't edited)

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In sleep, Michael Clifford looks peaceful.

I know he's not, very much incredibly far from it, but some how, he can still make broken look beautiful. My blue eyes trace the light freckles that are here and there over his pale, tired skin; my favourite freckles has always been the one underneath his eye, which is a light brown colour.

I've always found that pretty; both of his arms are tucked around my body, his head on my chest- I can tell he hasn't redyed his hair in forever, because all the colours are beginning to disappear and he's slowly going back to natural shades- it can't be too late because the sun has not yet risen; the sky is light, but not bright, missing the sun so resulting in a dark shade of blue that still manages to illuminate enough of the world for me.

The last morning I can remember like this was a rainy one; I had already been out for a cigarette, and I came back into bed just as I'd left. Unnoticed.

I didn't mind though, simply because Michael needed the sleep; but the morning was a beautiful one. Simple. I was cold when there was a warmth in my chest from the smoking, because of the rain; I remained sheltered in the porch, watching it fall calmly, soothingly, its pitter patter soft and kind to the air.

When I inhaled something that wasn't the smoke, it smelt of earth and tasted exactly the same, but was refreshing enough for my lungs and my soul.

Sometimes, that's all I need. Just the quiet, and the peace of mind- not the busy streets or flashing lights, not the city scent of crushed dreams and false demeanours.

Just a little bit of the world; every now and then I find myself surprised by the amount of life there could be in one little world- maybe it's because I'm cynical.

Maybe it's because I'm an asshole that I don't fall in love with every inch of nature, and every smile someone brings to me on a gold platter; but it's different with Michael, because somehow, he does make me see the beauty in everything. The world around me, the people I'm with, in myself, in him, more than anything.

Lotta beauty in Michael Clifford- I'm craving a cigarette- something stronger if I could to be honest- but I'm also loving how this feels, almost as if it's back to normal.

I feel my stomach ache in hunger.

My hands are kind of shaky- I guess that's what withdrawal does to you, eh?

For some reason, I'm almost terrified Michael's mum is going to walk in and scream at us, or worse, Michael's going wake up and realise the mistake he's made.

Trusting me again? Some say only the real crazy would go there, and by now, it's not even something I have the time to be bothered by.

It's only a few minutes of infinite bliss before Mikey's lashes begin to bat open, delicately.