Luke stomped up the stairs in front of Michael. He was currently getting scolded for getting caught with a joint hanging from his lips at Ashton's party.
"Do you even realize how stupid that decision was?!" Michael yelled as Luke sat on the bed.
"I wanted to." Luke said softly, grumbling under his breath.
"I don't care wether or not you wanted to, I asked wether or not you realize how stupid your choice was?" Michael said, and Luke rolled his eyes at him.
"You can't get mad about this, Luke. If you keep doing that, you're going to get addicted." Michael said, and Luke looked up at him through his lashes.
"You guys are always talking about how I never do anything risky. You guys always call me a baby." Luke said, and Michael scoffed.
"So what, Luke?!"
"I thought it would impress you, or you would think I'm cool like all of your other friends. You smoke. I thought you wouldn't have cared this much." Luke said softly, his gaze on his knees.
"I smoke a cigarette maybe once every few days, Luke. Not illegal narcotics. That stuff, and even my stupid cigarettes can seriously hurt you, and I do not want you putting stuff like that into your body, okay? I know I'm being hypocritical, but I just care way too much about you." He said, kneeling down to Luke's level.
Luke nodded, and Michael held his hand.
"And don't worry about impressing me. You impress me every single day when I wake up to your pretty face." Michael said softly, kissing the area below Luke ear.
Luke smiled, and looked up and Michael.
"So pretty.."