the stars belong to you . muke

1.0

"We have class today." Michael says softly, playing  with the tea bag on the side of the cup.
"Yeah. Get around." Luke says softly, cleaning up the counter. He's checking bills, seeing what's paid and what isn't.
Nothing too severe to Luke, he had a steady job and wasn't the one to splurge money often.

"You sound like my mother." Michael snorts, tapping the table lightly, looking at the small amount of tea left slightly shift.
He felt bad a little, 6 a.m he made Luke go out to get some tea.

"I'm ready when you are sweetheart." Luke smiles back, sorting the papers again, curiously looking at the spam he gets often.
"Also remind me, stop giving my address to places because of this."

Michael nodded, but added with a soft scoff, "Luke you can't leave looking like that." holding back a little bit of a laugh. He puckers his lips trying, really trying to not laugh.
"Oh why not?" Luke says defensively, turning around to face Michael.

"Luke you have no pants on." He sighs, it was that kind of sigh where you can tell he was trying not to laugh, shaky. Luke looks down, and to his surprise he actually isn't wearing pants. His face turns a couple shades of red, he was so embarrassed. This time, someone was there to tell him.

"Oh yea. I'm not." Luke smiles, "Well get around while I go find some pants." Luke sets down the mail, sitting up.

"Deal." Michael stands up, stretching awkwardly, his bones snapped like twigs.
He walks off, his footsteps getting softer and softer by the minute, until there was nothing.

Luke sighs softly, leaning his head into his hands. His body slouches over again, he starts to feel defeated. The grey cloud covers his body, weighing a million tons. So much is running through his head at once, his head was pounding. As if he had a hangover, but no he didn't drink. A drink sounded good to him, but he had class, maybe a little spice would help.

Luke needed an upper, it sounded like a godsend to him right now. Sadly, he couldn't right now.

It felt like the gravity was pushing on him more and more, he was going to collapse. He looked over at the pill bottle, he knew he didn't take it today, or yesterday. He had to, he can feel his body freak out over it.

But, Michael couldn't know. There's no way Michael will ever find this out. He won't lose someone again over this.
He has to stay stable, stay happy. He can't just be this burden to Michael.

Even though, they're not official. Michael has the freedom to leave. There's no label on this, just a friendship.
Maybe he just doesn't like Luke like that, no. There's no possible way Michael would think of Luke so fondly, Michael doesn't deserve that.
He deserves so much more.

Michael's upstairs, getting dressed, so much running through his head.
It was about everything, is he too energetic? Too clingy?  Annoying? Maybe Luke doesn't like him around so much.
Maybe Luke just pitied him and it's why he was going along with his charade.

With a soft sigh, Michael shook the thoughts from his head. Maybe he's just over reacting, just maybe.
He stood up, fixing his pants before heading towards the stairs.

Michael thinks he should ask Luke out.
On a date, maybe a date to a movie theater, maybe a little kick back?

Maybe an art galla, or just going to a nice restaurant.

Whatever it is, he wants to go with Luke. He doesn't care if he just stayed the night again, as long as he gets to know Luke.
There's so much left to be known, it's like the ocean. So much of it is left to be known.

Michael heads down the stairs, to see Luke pulling on random pants. "Michael!" He smiles, awkwardly trying to get the rest of the pants on.
His heart gushes, laughing at Luke's awkwardness.
It's when Michael realizes,
He thinks he loves him.

"roses i gave are red
youre in my head
i think i love you
but i have no clue. "

A/N: aaaaa I have a new story up called Hospice (bonus if you understand what it's from ;D). give it a read? also thinking of re-writing so cold and a valentines chapter for this !!
ty for reading ily.