The Prince's Diaries: Love Wins

2. Now You Know

After Luke's headache had gone away, he realized he didn't remember anything from the night before, and he wasn't letting that Michael person leave until he found out.

"Would it be too much of a bother to ask what happened last night?" Luke inquired and slid his hand against the top of the smooth wood dresser as he paced back and forth.

"Well, first of all, you got drunk off your ass." Michael said, his eyes following Luke's every move.

"That is an interesting way to put it." Luke responded. "But, what happened after that?"

A grin appeared on Michael's face as he recalled some of the dumb stuff the two had done. "Depends. Do you want to know what happened before the noise complaint or after it?"

"We had a noise complaint?" Luke asked, a bit frantically.

"Yeah. Some dude.. the manager, I think.. came and knocked on our door at 3:30 in the morning, while you were yelling lyrics to some song, and he was like 'Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to be quiet.', and I was like 'Whatever', and he said 'There's a noise complaint from room 304.'. My heart was pounding at that point because I didn't realize we were being loud enough to get a noise complaint and I really-"

"Would you please stop talking for a second? My headache is starting to come back." Luke mumbled, rubbing his forehead slightly.

"You really need some coffee. Come on, I know a place." Michael held out his hand, and Luke just stared at it. "I'm serious. Coffee will help. Come on." Michael insisted.

"I..." Luke paused as he tried to think of an excuse not to go. "I believe I am fine right where I am. But, thank you for the offer."

Michael rolled his eyes a bit. "Oh, come on. It's just across the street."

Luke shook his head a little. How could he tell him that he probably shouldn't be in public at the moment?

"You know what? There is coffee here. It isn't the best, but, I would prefer to be here. Maybe we could watch a little television too." Luke said and Michael snorted a little.

"Why do you talk like a stuck-up brat?" Michael said, causing Luke to frown a little.

"Just... Please?"

"Okay, okay. I'll turn the tv on." Michael said and grabbed the remote. "You start the coffee."

"I... I actually do not-"

"Don't." Michael corrected him. "Start talking normally, half-pint."

"Sorry. Um. I actually don't know how to make coffee." Luke admitted, making sure to put emphasis on the word 'don't'.

"What?! It's literally so easy." Michael sighed and tossed the remote on the bed before standing to walk over to Luke. "Look, I'll do it. Just go sit. You're still hungover from last night."

Luke shrugged a little and walked over to the bed and sat down before picking up the TV remote and starting to flip through channels.

"Luke, right?" Michael said and Luke turned his head to look at him for just a moment.

"It's actually... Yes, I am Luke." Luke muttered before turning his head to look at the tv again. "Um... Michael..?"

"Yeah?" Michael said, glancing over at Luke for a second.

"Isn't this you on the television?" Luke said before turning up the volume a little to hear the tv announcer better.

"What?!" Michael dropped what he was doing and quickly walked over to where Luke was.

"Mike Clifford has seemingly disappeared after his big fight with Abig-" Before the announcer was finished speaking, Michael snatched the remote from Luke's hands and turned the TV off.

"That.. that was you, correct? Why were you-"

"It was me. I got into a fight with my ex girlfriend because she created some stupid drama." Michael sighed a bit. "And then some paparazzi pissed me off because they kept asking me about her and I did something stupid."

"What did you do?" Luke questioned.

"That doesn't matter. Look, just forget about it. I gotta go. You can't tell anyone you-"

"Are you famous?" Luke asked and Michael sighed a bit.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." Michael said quietly.

"Are you hiding out? Waiting for all the drama to pass?"

"Yeah. That's what I'm doing." Michael admitted. "Look, don't tell anyone."

"I am..." Luke paused a moment. "I'm on vacation."

"Uh, okay?" Michael said and scratched the back of his head. "That's cool, I guess."

"I live in Greenerose." Luke fidgeted a little as he spoke, knowing that he shouldn't be telling anyone this information. "My mother allowed me to come here for a month to get a little normalcy."

"Normalcy?" Michael said and Luke nodded a little.

"I'm a Prince." Luke admitted.

"Yeah, sure. And I'm a king." Michael said sarcastically.

"The King of Pop." Luke said, referring to what the person on tv had called Michael.

"And the Prince of Greenerose.." Michael muttered, remembering what Luke had said the night before.

"So, now you know." Michael and Luke said in unison.