the stars belong to you . muke

0.1

Michael met him in his Art History class, for why he took the class is uncertain. Michael wasn't much of a history person, his art was pretty mediocre too. He probably thought it would be an easy grade. Ignoring the fact he failed almost every History class after Global 2.

Ironically, Michael is a poet, thus being here a lot more useless. Granted- his mom worked here so it's free tuition, but he doesn't belong here. Despite his aesthetic. Even his shaky hands seemed to fit a lot about him despite it being a lie.

So its the first day, he was alarmed at the number of people who actually cared to attended this class. Like, people actually care about this class? Really? This badly?
Michael tried almost everything to not stomp his foot when all his ideal spots were taken. Almost.
Letting out a huff, he's quickly scanning around the room for just one spot. A place that isn't crowded with faux art hoés. Or the guys who would probably not want a shaky freshman with them.

But there was this mass of emptiness, like a bubble of chairs that surrounded the blond in the corner. His beauty was breathtaking despite him being hunched over some paper, quiet and faint tapping and scratching filling the air as the lilac boy slowly inched closer.
"Hey." Michael said, first quietly but he didn't get a reaction at first.
"Hey!" He shouted.

This caused Luke to jump, the pencil flipping across the room.
"Well. I'll be darned, art kids can be athletic." Michael commented,but quickly turned around.
Luke made an mumbled comment about 'dumb freshman' as Michael fumbled with his hands. He couldn't deny the blonds beauty, something from a portrait that could be hung up and worth thousands.
His beauty couldn't be put into the words Michael vomits onto paper, for he's so indescribable.
With his shaky hands he awkward gestured to the seat. Sure, Luke groaned and stuff, he rolled his eyes but he did nod.

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Michael couldn't stop staring at Luke during the lecture. There were parts that he was paying attention too, learning back sometimes in that beautiful windbreaker. It looked like a vomit of colors on the jacket, but hey. Maybe it's art?

The class ended and Luke is slowly packing up. Michael's contemplating- stalling his leave to see if he can hang out with the cute kid.
Maybe. Just maybe.
"H-Hey." Michael said, gripping his sweater to hide his shaking.
"Yes?" Like responded- coming out more of a grunt than an actual form of words.
"Wanna like, get some coffee? Also, I'm really sorry about your pencil. I'll buy you another one- Like a whole pack of them-"

"Listen, Listen- uh...What's your name?" He asked, biting on the side of his lip.
A scar was obvious. He had a piercing before, how punk.

"Michael, I'm still sorry about the pencil the girl looked really mad when you hit her." He rambled, Luke let out a small laugh- well smaller than a chuckle but manlier than a giggle.

"Don't worry about it, Michael. Coffee sounds good but I can't stay long. I have things to do." He said, voice dropping back to a monotone sound. Michael wouldn't complain, he's getting coffee with a cute boy.

Michael was really happy and overwhelmed by Luke's yes that he didn't notice the blond finished packing his stuff.
"You ready Velma? I'm a busy man." He said, tapping Michael softly.

"Oh god! I'm sorry." Michael rushed, blushing deeply as he grabbed his bag.

"Hey." Michael started, "I never caught your name."
"I never threw one, babe." He responded, walking to the door as Michael stood with his jaw on the floor.

A/N: I hope I get this heckin' job. Anyway! How are you guys? How do you like the story so far? About Michael? Luke? Anything you would like to see? (i know it's early asf but i'm just wondering).