Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Luke

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Why the fuck

am I awake

at 8 in

the morning.

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"MICHAEL!" I yell down the stairs.

I don't hear anything so I suggest he'd already headed to the grocers. At 8 in the fucking morning.

Before I actually descend the stairs, I rush bak into my room to get my phone and drag myself towards the living room and yank the fridge door open: ew theres no food.

Duh thats why he went to go get some

Oh shut up.

"But I never said anything..?" a voice from behind me says.

Without turning around, I scream

"MIKEHHH" and finally spin around.

"Oh hi Luke," he says, briefly kissing my cheek.

"When did you get in? You weren't in bed?" I ask, leaning in for a kiss on the lips, but he turns away just before to 'cough'.

Oh great Luke, you've fucked him up real big this time.

What did I do oh my fucking god all he said was hi you stupid son of a bitch.

"I just went out, whatever" he sighs.

"Woah, Don't get too excited, its only Lucas Hemmings the world famous butcher you're talking to here" I say rolling my eyes. "you didn't tell me where you were anyway?"

"Oh, nowhere, just visiting a friend" he shrugs.

"Cool whats his name?" I ask.

"M-mate from school"

FUCK MY LIFE.

"But you didn't finish scho-" I start but quickly change the subject, "DID YOU GET MY FOOD"

Real smooth Luke, real smooth.

"No, why?" he raises an eyebrow at me.

I yank the fridge door open and don't wait for his comment.

"Ja feel my pain?" I say in a weird accent.

"No" he says "d'ya want me to get some food or are you gonna drag that lazy ass of yours down to the shop yourself?" he laughs.

I don't know what it is, but I don't trust this.

Is he...is he cheating on me?

With a girl?!

Who's name starts with the same letter as his!?

Shut the fuck up conscience nobody asked for your penis opinion.

I grab the keys and walk out. I don't wanna look at him; not for now at least. I need some time to figure out a plan incase he wants to come out as straight.

I walk along the pavement [or as the Americans say sidewalk] that is covered in swirls and other pretty art, we're allowed to do that here.

Sidewalk. Sydewak. Shyedwok.

Luke, maybe you're being just stubborn. When he asks you whats up are you going to say,

"Michael I think you're cheating on me because you didn't tell me the exact location and you had a stutter" ?

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