Luke's P.O.V.
Morning comes quickly and I rub my eyes, trying to get rid of my tiredness. But of course, it doesn't work. I'm always tired. Always.
I head downstair and find Michael asleep on the couch. He looks so cute and cuddly right now. He shivers a bit in his sleep so I cover him in his favorite blanket. I take his phone from his grip so it doesn't accidentally fall onto the ground. I try not to look at the screen because I know it's rude, but I just have to.
I quickly sneak a peak at the screen and notice that he was on Twitter. But I've noticed that he was about to reply to rude comments. He already typed, "Hey shut the fuck up, you're making me ang" but I suppose he fell asleep before he could finish his sentence.
Wow, I can't believe people have actually said this stuff about Michael. Michael is amazing and kind and he's the best friend I could ask for. A tear falls from my eye and I let it fall.
How long has Michael been torturing himself by looking at these tweets? I need to talk to him later.
Michael's P.O.V.
I make an attempt to open my eyes but my tiredness overcomes my body.
I finally wake up and notice that my phone isn't where I last saw it. Where's my phone? I begin to panic and then I see it on the small table beside me. Oh thank god. I giggle at myself because I panicked over a phone.
"Oh Mikey, you're awake." I rub my eyes once more and look around to find Luke sitting the kitchen nibbling on some food.
"Yeah, I am, good morning." I smile at him and he acts like a mirror, returning the smile.
"But.... we need to have.... a talk." His face immediately reddens and he stares at floor while walking towards the sofa opposite mine.
"What talk?" I say, beginning to worry.
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the little secret ,, muke + mashton
Fanfiction"People cry, not because they're weak it's because they've been strong for too long"
