"Michael, you're my best friend. You know that right?" Luke said, and Michael looked over to see Luke sitting with one of his knees propped up to his chest. He was fidgeting with his fingers, and he looked nervous.
"Yeah, why?" Michael asked, and Luke looked down a little.
"I want to tell you something. It's gonna make things weird- very weird- but I can't keep it from you anymore." Luke said.
He couldn't keep direct eye contact with Michael, so the older boy scooted over. He threw his arm around the back of the couch, and faced Luke.
"Look at me, and tell me. It's okay." Michael whispered.
"No, it's not okay. It's weird, and I shouldn't- it's just not right." Luke said.
"Have I not taught you anything?" Michael laughed. "Be proud of what you have to say, be proud of who you are, and be proud of what you're going to do."
Luke looked up and nodded. He clasped his hands together, and looked down at his black shirt. He scratched the stubble on his face before he looked back up at Michael, unprepared for what was to come.
"Michael, I'm in-"
Luke was cut off when Michael jolted forward, kissing Luke's lips roughly. He leaned the younger boy back, laying him on the arm rest.
When he pulled back with a big grin, Luke was still frozen, his eyes wide.
"You were gonna tell me that you're in love with me." Michael said, and Luke sat back up.
"How did you know?" He asked, and Michael smirked.
"I remember in middle school you were hopelessly in love with Abby Smith. After a while, every time I saw you with her, I noticed something that you did. You would always hold your hands behind your back and rock back and forth on your heels. You were nervous. The only time I've ever seen you do it since then is when you're talking to me. You're so readable, too. You get so jittery and nervous, and you blush a lot. Luke, I've known this for a long time." Michael laughed, but Luke didn't.
"That's so embarrassing. Michael, why wouldn't you just tell me you knew? I probably just looked like an idiot." Luke said softly, and hid his face in his hands.
Michael sighed, and wrapped his arm around Luke, pulling him into his side.
"I like to see you be brave. Even though I didn't let you finish your confession, you showed so much bravery, and that is so beautiful." Michael whispered, and Luke laid his head on Michael's shoulder. "I just wanted to make sure you were ready, baby."
"Call me that again." Luke whispered.
"Baby."
The younger boy smiled, and Michael leaned down, kissing his lips again.
