Muke One Shots

sometimes there's a happy ending

M I C H A E L 

"Michael stop." His voice was deep, concerned, perfect. I knew why he was here. The boys had been worried about me, and Luke was the closest to me. He was here to make me stop. But why would I stop?

Why would I stop the only thing that is helping me to stop the pain? The only thing that helps?

"Michael stop." I mimicked, grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels and taking a long swig. It burned my throat as a small smile began to make its way to my face. They wanted me to stop drinking, they wanted me to face my problems. 

Little did they know, sending Luke was not the solution to my problem. Luke couldn't magically save me. He was my best friend, that was the entire problem.

"Michael fucking stop." Luke shouted, his voice harsh, grating, but still perfect. He was standing by the door of my bedroom, his hand running through his blonde hair like mine had used to.

"No." I screamed at him. My voice became weak, my hands started to shake, tears started to seep out of my eyes no matter how straight of a face I tried to keep. My breathing broke down, I felt the anxiety running through my veins.

"Michael," His voice was softer now, as if another harsh word from him would break me completely. And honestly, it probably would.

"You can't keep doing this, Mikey." His voice was starting to shake. He couldn't look up at me. He was scared. Scared I would drink too much. Scared I would end up killing myself from alcohol consumption. Maybe he was right, but I wasn't scared of that.

I looked down to the bottle tensed in my grip. The only thing that had been there for me. The only thing that made the pain go away. It made the tears stop, made the thoughts go away. It made my memories of Luke go away. Making music together, laughing together, growing up together. Everything that made me feel this way about him.

"Can you stop pretending that you care?" My voice was louder, angrier. I looked up to meet his eyes before he quickly broke eye contact, glancing to the ground. 

I started to laugh lightly as I took another swig from the bottle. "Why do you insist on trying to fix me? You are the one who broke me. I'm not a project, you don't get to try and fix me to make you feel better about yourself."

"I do care, Michael! It's not my fault." Luke said softly, twiddling his thumbs while continuing to stare at the ground. I was hurting him, I could see it in his eyes. I was blaming him for something for my own stupid feelings. 

"No. It isn't your fault, Luke." I sighed, "But you keep treating me like a child. I can handle this on my own. You shouldn't have come here."

"And what? Let you keep acting like this? You are ruining your own life. I'm worried, the boys are worried." Luke sighed, finally looking up to meet my eyes. "You can't drink your problems away. You're going to make yourself sick and it isn't solving any of your problems."

"And you are? How are you going to solve my problem?" I yelled, my voice raising even louder than before. I didn't want to yell at him. I didn't want any of this. But it was either tell him the truth or drive him away.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong!" Luke yelled, "None of us can help you if you won't explain why you're doing this."

I sighed, holding eye contact with his blue eyes for a few seconds. "Because I can't tell you, Luke." I couldn't tell him.

Luke raised his voice, "Why? Michael we're best friends. Why the fuck can't you tell me?" 

"Because you will hate me." My voice cracked as tears started to run down my cheeks. "You will hate me if I tell you." I couldn't tell him. I couldn't.

Luke sighed, his angry stance lowering into a concerned and caring one. "Michael, nothing could make me hate you. Unless you killed someone or hurt someone, I couldn't hate you. I don't even think I'd hate you then. You're my best friend." Luke walked over to Michael's bed, sitting down on the edge of it. His eyes held so much sadness, yet so much hope. He only wanted me to be happy. He deserved to know. Even if it meant he would never want to see or talk to me again.

"Do you hate me or something?" That's what broke me. I was sitting at the head of my bed, only a few feet away from Luke. By then, my face had been washed in tears and my eyes most likely bloodshot. I looked disgusting, but I knew I had to tell him. He deserved the truth. I couldn't let him believe 

"That's the problem, Luke." I sighed, refusing to look him in the eyes. "Nothing in this world could ever make me hate you. The problem is that we are best friends."

Luke was staring at me, I could feel his gaze burning through my skin. "What do you mean?" His voice was the softest it had been, almost cautious. I had a feeling he was catching on to it, or maybe I just hoped he was so I wouldn't have to say it.

"You know what I mean," I sighed, looking up at him. His eyes met mine. He didn't know. "I'm acting like this because of her, Luke. Because I don't want you with her."

"Michael," Luke said cautiously, moving closer so that he was sitting right in front of me. 

"I-I know it's dumb." I looked down to my lap, prepared for how this would end. "I just, I just love you."

And that was it. I said it and  he knew. And things would never ever be the same. The tension in the air was high, I felt like I wasn't getting oxygen into my body. I felt a panic attack coming on. I knew how this would end. I knew how he would feel. So why did I say it? Why did I still have a sliver of hope that he would feel the same?

Because he did. "Mikey," He said grabbing my chin and pulling my gaze up to meet his. "I love you, too." And then his lips were on mine. Warm, chapped, and soft. All I had ever wanted:

his love.

yo bros i always make them sad and some of you probably hate me so i made a happy one. this is a very rare, so uh don't expect another for a long time.

it also kinda sucks, so sorry for that. 

QOTD: i'm thinking of making another book like this, but instead of Muke it's Larry. Yay or Nay?

-C