perfect month // m.c.

chapter one

"Hey, Michael," Luke nearly shouts, waking Michael up from his nap.

"Why?" Michael whines, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Don't you want to go and have a night out with the guys?" Luke questions, raising his eyebrows.

"'Course I do," Michael answers easily. "But," he scoffs, "'night out'? We aren't middle school girls, Luke," he remarks, laughing a little at his friend's choice of words.

"What do you think it should be then?" Luke tests Michael.

Michael opens his mouth to say an answer, but no sounds come out."Uhhh..." Michael shrugs, then says, "Um, night out?"

Luke laughs. "Get dressed, mate."

"When are we gonna leave?" Michael asks, grabbing a nearby flannel.

"Five minutes or so," Luke answers, shrugging.

"Five minutes?" Michael asks.

"Five minutes," Luke confirms.

"We're going to be late, then," he states.

"We won't if you woke up earlier."

"I would've woken up earlier if we hadn't had a 'night out' yesterday, too."

"Hey, you wanted to tag along. It's not my fault a girl ended up throwing a drink in your face."

"Bullshıt. You know I'm smooth."

"Bullshıt. You know you suck."

"You do realize we're going to be way later this way, right?"

"It's still fun."

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yeah um this sucks lol