Chapter 4: Michael [whoop whoop]
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Well.
Luke hit his head.
Pretty fucking hard
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I stare down at his perfect face, stroking his perfect hair. God he why does he have to be so god damn perfect!
I'll miss him, if I leave. He is my everything and drifting away from him is so fucking hard. I want to return his kisses; I want to say that its okay. But it's not.
"Hey, Luke, hey" I whisper gently, "WAKE THE FUCK UP"
He stirs for a bit and then his eyes flutter open.
Im a litul buter flie
"Shit" he mutters, lazily slapping his hand onto his forehead, wincing, and rubbing it.
I pull his hand off his face and stroke the (huge) bruise with the tip of my finger. Man, he's literally the guy version of a girl. But, with more manly habits. He groans, and winces when he attempts to get up.
"Get up, you lazy fatass." I laugh, he ignores my command and stays put.
"Why does my head feel like a jelly punching bag?" he breathes out, his deep, husky morning voice overpowering his petite average voice.
Damn.
"Did you really just compare your head to a punching bag?" I laugh "and also, hope you slept well, retard"
"Made of jelly" he says.
What?
"I compared it to a punching bag made of jelly dickhead" he adds.
Oh, merp.
Derp.
"What even happened?" I question him "Like, I was going to go see why you were taking so long, and I stumbled across a body and literally my first thought was
'Oh shit, there's a dead guy at my door'"
This made him laugh and I helped haul him up so he was sitting upright.
"I was getting the key and...."
"Hit the door? Okay" I finish his sentence before he starts blabbering on about some random shit that he thinks is somewhat related to the situation. A plausible example would be bread.
"Help me up?" he pouts, shooting me his most adorable puppy eyes.
"Aw, you know I can't resist those cwuute wittuww eyyeesss!" I change my voice to be what you'd get from a girl and pinch his cheeks and make funny faces on him.
He pushes my hands away from his face and says,
"Okay Grandma, now help me up"
Once he is standing, I help him towards the couch, his arm around my neck whilst mine is wrapped around his waist.
We're watching a classic heart-break, tear-streak movie: Finding Nemo.
"Hey, retard, can you get me some Oreo's? Damn I'm hungry" he says, his eyes glued to the screen.
"Bitch, please. I be too damn sexy for your needs"
"But Michael" he says in a child's voice "I want some Oreo's"
"But Luuuke, I cant be bothered"
Puppy eyes.
"ugh fine"
I stand up and make my way to the kitchen. I slip the Oreos out of the bag and causally strut back to the living room.
I plonk myself down on the couch, Luke places his head back on my lap and fidgets until he's comfortable. I open the Oreos and place one in my mouth. I be too fucking fabulous for milk.
I dig around in my pockets, out of habit, and come across a Chupa Chups lolly.
"Mikey, can I have an Oreo? Pweeeeez" he begs.
"Oh suck my dick"
"Maybe later"
"shut yeer gawb and eht yur lu-lu pahp" I say, thrusting the lolly at him.
Thrusting, weird choice of description as linked to your previous command.
You, my conscience, are a weird pervert.
"Hey, Michael" he says slowly, his morning voice screaming through his normal cute voice.
"Mhmm" I say, slowly as well, trying to be as seductive as I can.
"Do you" he smirks,"find my voice attractive?"
I bite my lip,"It turns me on"
"So you wouldn't mind if I.." he says slowly, his hands painfully slowly travelling up to the nape of my neck,"or.."
He pulls head off my lap and sits on my lap.
He smirks again before leaning in towards me and kissing my neck, before taking his lips off my skin and reaching behind me to get his lolly.
"Syke"
He shoves the lolly into his mouth and returns his gaze to the tv.
"Teaseeee"
"It's a movie baby, we need to watch it"
"It's making me cry Luke and thats not manly,"
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"Hey wanna play truth or dare?" I suggest, my voice cracking because of the wails hitched in my throat and tears forming in my eyes.
Pussy, its fucking 'Finding Nemo'.
He sniffs then whispers a short little 'yeah sure'.
"Truth or-"
"Dare"
"I dare you to walk down the street with you flyer down and hug the first person to point it out to you"
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I TRIED MY BEST HERE NO SUSPICIOUS CLIFFHANGERS HAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAH.
Oh yeah, ignore any mistakes because i feel like bullshit today
Omg I soooo ship Lukyla!!!!1!!!11
Lel no.
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