To the moon ♡ muke

18 - i saw a shooting star and thought of you ☽

that's how they look in the media

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Tears gathered in Luke's eyes as he stared in awe at the beautiful painting.

Of course, he was emotional because it was him, Luke Hemmings, painted on the canvas. Painted on the canvas by no other than Michael Clifford. Michael the-one-Luke's-in-love-with Clifford.

But it was more than that, Luke could tell Michael painted it. Since he preferred portraits he had a hand for details and Luke was amazed the whole painting came to be from a twenty-minute painting session they had together. Luke had to take pictures of the sky to not miss a single detail and position of the stars that are always there while Michael captured a moment in a painting.

"Do you like it?"

Luke turned around and saw Michael joined him in the room. His facial expression gave out he was insecure about Luke's reaction and he frowned when he saw the younger boy cry.

"Mikey, that's so beautiful." He said and turned back to the painting. That said something about it because Michael was always the one Luke choose to stare at.

"I never told you this." Michael walked closer to Luke but was still standing a few steps behind him. "I wasn't happy at my previous school, the teachers and staff just weren't up to my taste, I wanted more but I never talked about it to my parents. My dad actually figured it out because at one point I stopped painting. He sat me down and asked if it was school or a soulmate thing. I got inspired the second I got to the observatory. You looking and talking about the sky inspired me so much I painted it in one night."

Luke smiled and turned back, he crossed the room and hugged his friend.

"It's amazing." He said against his neck. "You inspire me too, to be a better person and to be more grateful for what I have."

"Can I buy it?" Luke asked when he let go of Michael. "Seriously. Pick any price."

Michael laughed. Like really laughed, he threw his head back and left Luke confused for a moment. "You're silly, it's already yours."

Luke grinned and he'd hug Michael once more but he saw a man enter the room at that exact second. He completely forgot about his cover and quickly pulled the snapback lower to his forehead.

"Boys, I'm sorry to interrupt but the gallery will close soon so we have to leave."

The younger boy had to look again to notice the similarity between Michael and the man. He didn't look that much like him but he definitely talked the same Michael did.

"We're coming," Michael said and told Luke to follow him.

"I should call Lia and tell her to come and pick me up."

"We can drop you off at your friend's house if you'd like." The man said and offered Luke his hand. "I'm Daryl. Michael's dad."

Luke smiled and took the hand. "Luke."

Obviously, there weren't many secrets in the Clifford family since only Michael and his mum were supposed to know Luke was there.