Bucket List (Muke Fic)

Chapter Two

"So what’s the first thing you wanna get done on your bucket list?"

Luke glanced from Ashton, who had spoken, to the other two boys in the room, to the white board hanging in the living room. The four were lounged out in the room, watching television in silence, occasionally looking at Luke’s bucket list, which was written in permanent marker on the board so that it would not accidentally get erased.

Luke stood, walking over to the board and picking up the marker, writing something new onto the list, his body blocking the writing until he stepped aside, nervously shifting from one foot to the other as the eyes of his bandmates darted across the board, reading his writing.

'Come out as bi' was now etched across the board, and Calum just huffed.

"You told me this last year."

"Wait, why would you tell him first?"

"Lucas loves me most."

Michael hurled a grape across the room at the brunet boy, who dodged, causing it to hit Ashton, who threw a Cheeto in retaliation. Luke giggled as they argued about who Luke loved most and so should have come out to first, throwing random bits of food and pillows. Luke took a picture of his bucket list and uploaded it to every social media he had, with the caption 'My bucket list, pay special attention to the last item because it's my announcement for the day :—) xx'. And then he was hit by a Dorito that had been misaimed.

"OI! Those are my Doritos, Michael, you ass!"

Michael just stuck his tongue out at the younger boy, and he, Calum, and Ashton began pelting Luke with food until he surrendered.

-:-:-:-:-

It was three days since Luke had come out via the internet, and nothing had really changed except for the fact that Luke could now say something when he saw a cute boy, rather than keeping it to himself.

However, Michael - alone, bored, and feeling cuddly - was trying to find the perpetually cuddly boy to be cuddled, as neither Ashton nor Calum wanted to cuddle him, as his fluffy hair always went up their noses and into their mouths, though Luke never complained, but rather just stroked Michael’s hair, which Michael wanted quite badly at the moment.

"Luuuuuuuke!"

Michael walked into Luke’s room to find the boy curled up in his bed, blankets pulled over his body, occasionally sniffling, but clearly crying to himself.

"Oh, no, Lukey…"

He walked over to Luke’s bed, lifting the covers and sliding in behind the blond ball of sobs. He turned the boy over, and Luke buried his face in Michael’s chest, still crying as the red and black haired boy just hummed soothingly, running his fingers through Luke’s hair while internally flailing in confusion as to why Luke was crying.

"What’s wrong?"

Luke just sobbed harder before shoving his phone in Michael’s face. Michael blinked at the brightness before pulling the phone from the crying boy’s shaking fingers. He looked at the screen to see Luke’s mentions on Twitter. And among the lovely messages he always got, therewas hate, filled with slurs and death threats, saying that Luke’s sexuality was the reason why he had cancer.

Michael’s blood boiled as he read message after message, growing more and more angry.

Luke hiccuped, and Michael set the phone down, wrapping his arms around Luke and kissing his forehead.

"It’s alright, they’re just asses who don’t mean anything, don’t cry Lukey."

"Why are they being mean to me? What did I do?”

"You did nothing I promise, they were just dropped on their heads as babies and ended up fucked up in the brain, okay? You’re perfectly fine, they’re the ones with the problem."

Luke nodded slightly, and Michael rubbed his back.

"You want ice cream, I got some earlier. I was gonna eat it, but you can have some."

"Yes."

"C’mon."

Michael rolled out of Luke’s bed, pulling the blond along with him, grabbing a tissue to dry his tears before taking Luke down to the kitchen, holding the other boy’s hand to comfort him. Michael sat Luke down at the table before handing him a giant bowl of ice cream. Luke smiled brightly before covering his mouth as he coughed, standing up to wash his hands, wincing.

"That hurt."

Michael’s smile faded slightly.

"Are you alright?"

"Technically speaking, no, but yeah."

Luke sat down again, resting his head against Michael’s shoulder as he ate the ice cream in front of him, Michael playing with his hair as he did so, bringing a content smile to the sick boy’s face.