Inseparable ➵ Muke

Chapter 1

Heya guys, if you couldn't already tell by the obviously not obvious cover, I like muke and I hope you like this [these first few chapters are just kinda fillers]

I can't promise you when or where I will update because my bitch of a teacher was being a *bitch* and school is just not with me. Enough about my problems

Let's go ahead and read fictional dilemmas that probably never occur in real life !!!1!

{yay}

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{Just a heads up, the first few chapters will be quite uneventful because I just wanted to set the scene and I guess we all need to get to know the characters~derpdirection}

And I can't change,

Even if I tried,

Even if I wanted to..

~ 'Same love'

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"Hey" I yell out of the window at Mikey.

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Hi, I'm Luke Hemmings and I like to party.

Parteh here, parteh there, parteh parteh everywhere.

Oh yeah, and I'm gay. Well, bisexual, but I'm currently in a relationship with a guy.

Okay maybe I'm completely gay but just go with it pls lol rofl lmao !!1!!1

I've had a varied range of girl/boyfriends but I just feel so comfortable with my current boyfriend.

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I open up my laptop, laying back on my bed. Instagram? No, I don't have any irrelevant food to post.

Youtube? My channel has enough videos uploaded like I swear I posted like five covers within the space of a week.

I hear something hit my window, but its a soft noise--obviously not a rock.

"LUCAS ROBERT FUCKING HEMMINGS OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW" My boyfriend screams up to me from outside my house.

"Well zayum the neighbours are going to blame me for strangling cats or something so you might as well calm your hardened testicles!" I yell through the window.

I take a step forward onto our small balcony, feeling something squishy underfoot. Taking a look to see what it is, "Jesus Christ, Michael. You did not just throw balled up socks at my window."

He shrugs, his loose shirt falling at the movement,"I'm not paying for your window when it breaks, Luke"

"Oi, fuck off" I laugh, gesturing a sort of 'fuck you m8' with my hands.

"Let me in you three inch turd"

I can truthfully say that I love having these little arguments, its like we can say the most heart-shattering things and would treat the words like a passing breeze. I look down at him, his green eyes reflecting the sun like stars in a green jungle as he stares up at me. God he's so

pale.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" He curses, a smirk falling onto his cherry coloured lips.

I switch off my grey laptop, closing twitter first, and pull some actual pants on. Once I'm done, I frolic down the stairs and grab the keys from the key rack thingy next to the door. He smashes his fist against the door twice and points down at the key. He wants me to open the door? Lol no.