No Clue

Coming For You

"Luke... didn't worry, baby. Im coming for you." A pair of green eyes pierced through the night, coming towards Luke.

"N-no," he muttered. "No, you're dead! Stay away from me!" Michael crept out of the shadows with the same look of desperation he always wore.

"Shh, baby it's okay. I'm here. We can be together..."

"You died! Leave me alone!"

"I haven't died. You'll find out the truth... very soon." Suddenly Michael grabbed him and began dragging him away as Luke screamed and called for help.

"No! Let me go!"

"Luke!"

"Let me go, I don't want you. Let me go!" He sobbed.

"LUKE!" The boy's eyes shot open as he let out another scream. He struggled against Noah who held onto him from behind. He stopped flailing around and started sobbing, hiding his face in his boyfriend's shirt.

"W-what happened, baby. What happened?"

"M-Michael... it was Michael." Noah hugged him tightly, feeling his heart break for his love.

"Baby, Michael is dead," Noah whispered.

"W-what if he isn't?" Luke cried. "What if they covered it up..."

"Luke..."

"Don't say that I'm crazy... please. You're the only person that hasn't looked at me like I'm totally and completely nuts, Noah." Luke burried his face in his chest again. "You're the only one who knows who I am anymore..." Noah sighed softly and started playing with Luke's soft curls.

"I don't think you're crazy... I think you're afraid of him. If he was still alive, he would have already found a way back to you, don't you think?" Luke took in a deep breath, smelling his boyfriend's subtle cologne.

"You're right," he whispered. "Michael is dead..." he shifted so he could wrap his arms around Noah's waist. "B-but if he wasn't... you'd protect me, right?"

"I'd kick his fucking ass, baby." Luke smiled softly and rested his head against Noah's chest once again.

"I love you," Luke whispered. "I love you so much..."

"I love you too... and I know this isn't the way that I planned on doing this, but I think you and I have grown past big and elaborate. You like things to be small and intimate and I know that you like small gestures with big emotions..." Noah reached behind himself and pulled something out of his nightstand. "I know that you thought your life wouldn't change, and I know you thought it'd never go back to normal, but baby. I can be your normal. I can be your prince charming, your knight in shining armor, I can be whatever you want me to be. But the thing I want to be the most... is your husband..."

"Noah..." he took out a small black box and opened it. Luke sat up in bed, examining the beautiful silver ring with a tiny diamond in the center. Noah sat up to match him and smiled softly.

"Luke Robert Hemmings. I fell in love with you before you even knew that I existed. I have loved you through every little thing, and not once has that love wavered. I will always be here to protect you and love you and so right now, at three in the damn morning, I'm asking you to marry me..." Luke smiled and put their lips together in a passionate kiss. He moved so he could straddle the slightly older boy.

"Yes," he whispered. "Of course I'll marry you..." Noah smiled and slipped the ring on his finger. He tossed the box to the side before pressing their lips together again and rolling over so he was laying ontop of the boy.