the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 16

[Luke's P.O.V.]

Ashton said that he wasn't going to come hang out us today. I don't know why though, what's go him so bummed lately? He said he would tell me what happened between he and Michael when we got back home, but the curiosity is killing me. You know what they say; curiosity killed the cat. Haha, terrible joke, I know.

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"But I don't want to shop anymore!" Michael grumbles, pulling me out of my thoughts, and struggling to carry the heavy bags from all the stores we've visited.

"Too bad." I say, with a bitchy tone.

"Ugh, I hate you Luke!" He screeches, laughing.

"I love you too babe." I kiss his cheek and his face reddens.

"Why are you blushing? I only kissed you on the cheek." I wink and run back over to Calum's side, leaving him in the same spot, his face red as a tomato.

"I-I know... but you're too cute!" He replies, a little too late. He must've been caught up in his imagination.

I giggle. "Weirdo."

"Where do we go now?" Calum asks. I shrug. Where should we go? The park? A movie? Something?

"Hmm... well I am starving!" Michael exclaims. I chuckle and sigh.

"Alright, let's go get something to eat for dinner." We walk across the parking lot and find our car. I can't drive, so Calum is going to drive me and Michael.

"I can't carry these anymore!" Michael yells.

"Here." I tell him, taking the bags from him and setting them in the trunk of the car, carefully.

"So... Michael," I begin as we are all seated in the car, "Why are you and Ashton not talking to each other?" Michael's face falls and looks out the window.

"Uh, I don't know, I guess he's just pissed off about something." He looks down at his lap and fiddles with his fingers. I reach for him and put my hand on top of his.

"You know, you can tell me anything." He shakes his head.

"Anything." I repeat. I lift up his chin with my finger so he is facing me.

"Please tell me what's wrong." I whimper, fighting back my tears. I hope Michael is okay, even though he doesn't seem at his best.

"Maybe later, or something." He slips his hand out from under mine and looks out the window again.

"Fine. Be a stubborn prick." I mumble under my breath, hoping he didn't catch the 'stubborn' and 'prick' part. I feel Calum's eyes on me and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"Fuck you, Luke." He retorts. Anger boils inside of me and before I know what I am doing, I grab him by his wrists and pin them above his head, smashing into the window.

"What did you say?" I spit, my face inches from his.

"Nothing." He winces, trying to wiggle out of my grip.

"What did you say?" I repeat, this time a little fiercer.

"I said, fuck you, Luke." He growls. "You don't scare me." He says, looking me right in the eyes.

"Say that again and I'll snap your neck." I whisper. "I love you." I kiss him on the cheek and smirk to myself. He's so weak. I think to myself.

[Michael's P.O.V.]

I was lying, obviously. I am afraid of Luke. He scares me so much. Sometimes, he's calm and mellow; other times, he's rude and terrifying. I really don't know what happened to him. He used to be so loving 2 months ago, when we first started dating. But now, he's a dick. I still love him but..... but, I don't know.