Serenade >> m.c

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dedicated to cxbains bc i rlly love their writing and they posted the first chapter of blackheart and i love life bc its incredible

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“You blonde fuck. You abandoned me during my time of need.” Michael accused Luke.

“I didn’t! Luke protested, “I called up the stairs to you! I said I was going out to get coffee! The queue was long, but you didn’t need to replace me.”

Michael looked blank, but then he grinned.

“You got me coffee!” He said cheerfully.

Luke scowled and held one of the cups out of Michael’s reach.

“You don’t deserve it. I’m going to give it to Vi instead, do you like lattes with sugar and cinnamon?” Luke offered sweetly, ignoring Michael’s grabby hands and passing me the cup.

“Definitely, actually it’s my favourite!” I said innocently, taking a sip and ignoring Michael’s puppy eyes.

I sighed and passed him the cup before he out and out begged me for it.

“And this,” Michael announced, “this is why Viv has replaced you on the friendship scale.”

Luke just snorted before taking a closer look at Michael’s hair.

“It actually looks kind of cool.” Luke admitted, walking around Michael to see all of it. “You did a good job.” He said, turning to me, nodding his approval.

I smiled at him, chucking the dye packaging in the bin.

“We’re going out now; I’m re-dyeing Vi’s hair to repay her.” Michael announced, “Do I need to do anything else when I’m out?”

Luke wrinkled his nose and thought, before nodding.

“Yeah, according to the rota it’s your turn to cook dinner ad I’ve covered for you twice now, so you’d better do it tonight.” Luke warned, before wandering over to the fridge and opening it.

“And please get some fucking milk I swear to God. I’m sick if drinking my tea with nothing in it.”

Michael nodded and winked at me before grabbing keys and a black wallet from the table and gesturing towards the door.

“Shall we?”

We walked over to a rusting red truck parked on the road and Michael wrestled with the handle for a while, before yanking hard and finally opening it. I clambered in and chucked my bag at my feet as Michael climbed into the driver’s seat and put the key in the engine, turning it, and achieving nothing.

“Dammit, this car is the biggest pile of shit I’ve ever spent money on.” Michael groaned. He pulled the key out and turned to me.

“Can you hold the wheel steady while I get this piece of junk yo work?” he asked, hitting the top of the dashboard and jamming the key into the lock forcefully.

The car muttered to life slowly and Michael looked pleased with himself

“it usually takes at least three times. We bought it so we could travel to gigs and stuff, but we never have enough money, so when we pooled our money together , this was all we could afford. She’s Calum favourite thing in the world though, he’s the only one who drives us places because he’s the only one who can get it to work, I swear.” Michael explained, pulling onto the road and heading towards the high street.

“Do you get a lot of gigs then?” I asked curiously.

Michael looked bashful and shrugged.

“Yeah, I mean we have a regular thing at this bar nearby and people know the words to our songs and stuff, which is pretty cool. Sometimes we get asked to perform at other places too, cafes and stuff. It’s pretty cool.” He grinned.