You & I~Muke

-Michael-

Hello friends. 

For once, i'm excited and proud of this chapter; everything i write will aways come from my heart, always, but something about what i've written today seems more... me. 

i'm always myself here and that's why i feel most welcome and maybe you guys really won't like the change in style. maybe it's not even noticeable. but i've written this chapter and i genuinely enjoyed the whole process. 

there for, i only hope that you enjoy reading it just as much. as usual, i love hearing from you, and i can't wait to respond to comments (my highlights of my day tbh) so thanks for always supporting me. 

as always, not edited really because it's nearly 10pm and i'm usually asleep by now bc i sleep early aha. 

a/n at the end! i love you!

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Poking the cereal around the bowl, as the sunlight blends with my cold skin, Luke sits next to me.

I lay my legs across his lap and lean so I'm facing his side profile that's beautiful as it always is.

His bowl leans upon my shins and takes it off just in time for my mum and dad to walk out the door, we both smile at them while they sit down on some rocking chairs opposite us.

I haven't sat outside this early, like this, in so long and I must say it's peaceful.

I'd usually be sleeping right now.

"So, do you think you're going to school Michael, on Tuesday?" Dad asks, glancing up at me sceptically and it's almost as if everyone holds their breath- the idea makes my stomach flip, and I look away.

I shrug.

"I really think you should try, Mike," he adds.

I bite my lip.

"For once,"

Oh, apparently mum feels the need to speak up to??? Yikes.

We all turn our heads to snap and look at her.

"O-Oh, sorry, you're s-still here, apparently." I say bitterly, narrowing my eyes into slits.

She sits up and tries to look dignified.

"Yes. I am."

"W-why.. is tha-that? Because I t-think w-we all would have b-been happier if y-you'd have fucked o-off," I spit, and I know I should use that language but at this point I don't really care. Luke tries to hide his laughter while my dad doesn't react, but her face.

Oh, her face.

It's priceless. I almost want to take a picture.

She stands up and leans toward me aggressively, almost as if she were gonna grab me or push me or something, so naturally I flinch. Only just in time for Luke to put his arm out over me. he glares at mum but I know the flinch I had is playing in the back of everyone's head. They noticed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Michael!" she shouts,

Here we go.

"All I've tried to do is help you, and be there for you, yet you act like a selfish child!"

I remain sitting, guarded from her lunge but fully fierce despite my lack of interest in the woman full stop anymore.

Because, really, I am tired.

And yes, I sleep all day and wake all night, but those things don't matter.

Sleep is irrelevant when it is your soul that is tired.