vegas ➳ muke

thirteen

Luke made is way through the door, only to be met with a very intoxicated Michael. He was sat in the middle of the floor, bottle in hand, sobbing viciously.

"Where the hell were you?" He sobbed.

Luke made his way over to the broken boy, "I went out last night. Just to the bar, I woke up in my car. Michael, I'm sorry."

Michael screamed, throwing the bottle at Luke. The contents sloshed out, wetting both Luke and the carpet. Luke hissed as the bottle connected with his stomach.

"Fucking bullshit! Do you think I'm blind? You have hickeys on your neck, asshole!"

Luke hadn't bothered to check for marks, assuming that Ashton was better than that. But he proved wrong.

"Are we really gonna fight about this?" Luke muttered, rubbing at the sore patch.

Michael scoffed, staggering to his feet, "Don't call it a fight when you know its a war."

He stumbled across the room to the dresser, pulling out his belongings and stuffing them into his suitcase.

"Michael..." Luke stammered.

Hr turned swiftly on his heel, "You've got something to say? Why don't you speak it out loud, instead of living in your head. You're obviously keeping things from me!"

Michael couldn't stop the tears from falling. They cascaded down his face like a broken dam, drowning the city below.

"It was an accident, Michael. I didn't mean for it to happen... Just kinda did," Luke slowly approached the boy, wrapping his arms around his waist.

He struggled. Kicking his legs and swinging his arms. But Luke was stronger. Michael gave up the fight, sinking into Luke's arms, dead weight.

"Who is it, Luke?" Michael questioned, "Is he prettier than me? Do you love him instead?"

Luke sat on the floor, pulling Michael down with him, who instantly curled into his lap. His head rested on his shoulder, his body folded into itself.

"His name is Ashton, okay? He's eighteen. I met him at the bar, had a fake I.D. I was very, very drunk, Michael. I didn't mean to."

Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing. Luke had left him for someone younger, likely more attractive, fit. Unlike Michael. Who found himself old, ugly, and fat.

"You sit and get stoned with eighteen year olds and you think you made it. Is that what your life has come to?" Michael sobbed, "Shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age? Instead of making changes!"

Luke shook his head, leaning down to press his lips firmly to Michael's forehead. His sweet, sweet Michael. So fragile. So broken. And he was the one who broke him. Luke rocked the crying boy back and forth, kissing his hair.

"I love you so much, Michael. So, so much."

Inside, two broken boys sat, limbs tangled together. Tears streaming, wetting their faces.

Inside, two broken boy's lives fell apart.

Outside, Vegas lived.

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Okay, so Michael knows Luke cheated.

Are things going to change?

Or will Luke just do it again?

This was a filler chapter because I am currently very very busy. But I want to post something for you all.

We have broke 300+ reads on this and that is so amazing. I am just so happy!

Could we still try to reach 100 votes? That would be great!

Like all of the dialogue is The 1975 lyrics.