I'm fine i'm just beyond repair

Chapter 8

Michael was in Luke's room. The blonde was helping him with his math homework, since Luke was a natural talent and Michael barely knew how a calculator worked.

All Time Low was playing in the background and the boys were sitting on the ground, books in their laps.

Michael spent more time in Luke's room than in his own lately and his therapist had told him she was proud of him, for finally trying to get better, instead of sitting in his room doing nothing. She had told him many times before he wouldn't magically become happy there, and that he needed to go out, make friends, do stuff.

So he did, and he liked it. He could smile and laugh with the boys and he felt okay whenever he was with at least one of them; especially Luke. Luke was like a drug, one who could make him almost happy whenever they were together. The downside of the drug was that it stopped working as soon as they were apart, that's why Michael made sure to be with the boy as much as possible.

He had been afraid that Luke would've found him annoying after a while, but whenever Michael didn't ask him to spend the afternoon together, Luke would ask him instead.

"I want to die my hair another colour, any ideas?"

"Have you finished your work yet?"

"No, but..."

"School first." Luke told him. He had a smile on his face, telling Michael he didn't mean it like that. Michael knew and appreciated that the boy was looking out for him. He definitely needed the help.

The boy lowered his book and let his head fall back as he groaned in frustration. Luke looked at him with an amused grin around his lips.

"Need any help?" Luke offered. Michael helplessly nodded and Luke crawled over so he was sitting next to the older boy, their shoulders touching, and Michael could feel it through his whole body.

Luke helped him through the rest of his work in that position, laying his head on Michael's shoulder when the boy finally understood it and could do it without any help.

"I think you should die your hair dark blue." Luke suddenly said, while Michael was still working on his math.

"Why?"

"I like dark colours on you. It suits you." Michael smiled at the boy, a bit pained; he had no idea.

The two boys spent their evening watching a movie together in Luke's room. Luke's laptop was standing on his bureau while the two boys were one the bed. Michael was leaning against the wall and Luke was sitting next to him, his head on the boy's shoulder, like it always was.

When the movie was almost over, Michael was still in the same position, Luke lying next to him with his head in the older boy's lap. Michael's hand was on his head, softly stroking through the blonde locks. The boy wasn't entirely sure if Luke was awake, but he looked to cute to disturb him so Michael just stayed where he was.