Some Day We Might (Muke)

Chapter Twenty-One

How can I be "more than good enough"? If anything, I'm less than good enough. I'm so below "good enough" that you'd find me at the bottom of the ocean of all that is good.

I just don't deserve Luke.

I lay in bed with Luke, staring up at the ceiling. He's next to me, breathing softly and consistently. Feeling cold and alone, I roll closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso and pressing my chest against his back. I feel him lean back into me. He's a cuddly sleeper.

"I love you so much." I whisper and kiss his neck, even though I know he's asleep. "I'm just sorry I'm not as good as what you deserve."

I feel my eyes get heavy and let them close. Then I drift away into silence.

- - - -

"Morning gorgeous." I hear Luke say. He kisses my cheek, and lays his head next to mine.

"You're gorgeous." I smile at him.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." I lie.

"So, what do you want to do today?"

"Sleep." I mumble, and roll over into the pillow.

He laughs. "Come on." He pushes me. "Mikey, I'm bored. It's eleven o'clock."

I sigh. "Fine. What is there to do? Everything is boring."

"We could go ice skating." Luke says, which is so out of the blue.

"Ice skating?" I repeat. "I can't ice skate. Can you?"

"No." He admits. "That's exactly why it'll be fun."

"Okay..." I laugh. "But if I break my neck and die it's all on you."

- - - -

"It's fucking cold." I say.

"No shit." Luke laughs at me. He bends over to tie up his skates. This place is filled with kids, especially around the arcade area. Who the hell goes to a skating rink and plays arcade games?

"I guess it's better than the heat outside." I stand up, trying to balance on the blades of my skates. I almost reach for Luke's hand, but catch myself. I doubt anyone here is a fan of us, but I can never be too sure.

"Ready?" Luke asks.

I nod and follow him out into the ice. I almost slip, so I grab onto the back of his shirt. He laughs at me, but he's having a hard time staying up himself.

"Grab my hand." Luke says.

"But we're in public." I say under my breath.

He shrugs. "If anyone even cares they'll just think we were joking around."

"Okay..." I take his cold hand. We hold on to the side of the rink, trying to get used to sliding around on the slippery ice.

Luke slips and ends up falling right on his ass. I break out laughing at him while he pouts down on the ice. "You're such a dick." He says, trying to hide his smile. "This isn't funny. I'm mad at you."

"Sure you are." I smile and grab his hand. Once I've pulled him up I put my arm around his shoulders. "My clumsy little penguin." I whisper.

His cheeks are red, and I can't tell if it's from the cold or me calling him my little penguin. "Well, you're my clumsy little kitten." He says back. "Which is why you're so bad at ice skating."

"Still better than you."

We skate badly together until we both get too cold and tired to continue on. We get some soft pretzels and hot chocolate and sit down at a table unlacing our skates.