the stars belong to you . muke

0.9

Its been six months from that day.
The day when Michael burnt the bacon a little so the fire department had to come.
The day when Luke let Michael play with his paint, he painted a cat face too. It wasn't good, to be honest. Luke thought it was shit. It was pretty bad to him.
Look at it! It was a child equivalent, nonetheless, Luke told Michael it was amazing.

Six months of all nighters in the art room.
Michael wrote the poems, Luke painted.
Chugging Red-bull during class to stay awake and Michael scrapping change to harass Luke at work, the good side of the relationship.

That's what everyone talks about. The happiness, sunshine and rainbows. Everyone seen them fit to be married, which Michael intended. He remembers the speech he had Luke one night at a bar.

Michael got down on one knee, holding an onion ring.
"Listen Luke." He slurs, "Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or next month. Maybe not next year. But one day, one damn day. I'm gonna fückin marry you."
The club was hot, filled with people chatting and the bass was turned up five notches too loud, Luke heard everything though.
Not a single word slipped through his ears, tripping balls and drunk as the next guy. He clung on the words like it was the only thing he had. 
Which it was. 
Michael's words was what was keeping him planted, when he floated off in class, watching from a third person view Michael always brought him back.
It was his crutch.
Luke didn't get the onion ring, Michael ate it after the speech.
Luke ended up crying over this, that like really funny drunk crying. No matter how many orders of onion rings Michael bought Luke was still mad.

It took Michael getting on his knees and begging Luke for forgiveness, along with some hot wings.
Michael got his forgiveness and that's what really matters.

That night, Luke broke a little. Only a little, Luke thought he was an apathetic guy. Really, Michael made him feel a little. But not too much, not like this, never.
The lovers get home, kissing, pulling each other closer and closer and all that.
They reach the couch.
The room starts feeling hotter and hotter by the minute, you can feel their tension growing more.
Luke asks Michael if it's okay, he nods.  But Michael was off, his body was so tense.

"Michael." Luke says, sitting up and trying to make  out what was on Michael's face.
It's too dark, he can't see anything on Michael's face, Luke struggles on what to do. Does he ask? Does he continue? No. Don't continue. It feels wrong to force it like that.
"Michael please answer me." He begs softly and he repeats the words so he can get an actual answer.
Not even about the sex, just Michael's well-being in general. But Michael's chest just rises and falls quicker every time he asks.

"Please can we..." Michael chokes, he's holding so much back. He wants to tell someone, he can't keep it in anymore. No, his inner thoughts get to him again. He can't let anyone know! It was HIS fault that happened.
"Can we just cuddle?"
"Hell yes we can" Luke responds, picking up Michael, bridal style. The room is still dark as he brings Michael upstairs.
So much is running through his head right now.
Luke and Michael's.
Luke doesn't know what the pounding feeling in his chest is, why does his stomach feel so swirly? What is this? Empathy was never Luke's thing.

Michael is conflicted, it's like he felt everything and nothing at once. He could've finally said something. Instead of doing this, his inner thoughts come back, telling him he should've put out.
This is why he's always ghosted, he needs to stop being a little baby and finally satisfy someone.
Maybe then, and only then. He'll finally feel what love is, true love and he can finally have his happily ever after.
Whatever that was.

"I was tucked in your arms, a place where it was pretty warm. You made me feel at home, but home is a place I don't really know."

A/N: Hey! It's been a while to the very few who read this! Mentally i'm not in the best place and all that J A Z Z. But I have some things up my sleeve, what else should i do to improve things? Also Ima add a poem at the end of day chapter bc Michael is yk, a poet.
Written by the one, the only, ME!
Love y'all ty for reading.