Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

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“You might wanna leave before Michael gets here, Luke,” Liane teases, nudging her nose against his neck. He tightens his grip on her waist and shakes his head childishly.

“But you’re comfortable,” he whines. She laughs tiredly before shrugging.

“Well, he’s gonna be here in about five minutes, so you have time I guess,” she reasons.

“I can hide until you guys leave, then sneak out afterwards.” Liane rolls her eyes, lightly kneeing his leg.

“You won’t have to sneak out if we’re already gone idiot.” Luke huffs and pinches her side. “Ow, what the hell,” she squeals, pushing him away gently. He laughs and tugs her back into his hold. The doorknob to her door jiggles a bit.

“Oh, you actually locked the door,” Michael chuckles from the other side of the door before knocking. Liane pushes away from Luke while he dives under her comforter overdramatically. She snorts, rolling her eyes and makes her way to the front door.

“Hi,” she chirps after he pecks her lips lightly.

“Are you ready?” He asks as the two of them walk back into the dorm.

“Yeah, come on,” she smiles, grabbing her bag and her phone. Michael glances at the lump on her bed, furrowing his eyebrows, but Liane tugging on his arm brings him back to reality. “Are you coming?”

“Sorry, let’s go,” he grins down at her, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers.

“What exactly is the point of me going to your flat?” Liane questions jokingly once Michael slides in his seat after closing the door to Liane’s side.

“Shut up, you missed me,” he laughs quietly, pulling out of the parking space in front of Liane’s dorm building.

“We just saw each other, like, two days ago. I was on vacation,” she teases before leaning over and lightly pressing her lips to his cheek. Michael’s cheeks tint just barely and he forms his lips into a small pout. Liane’s phone buzzes in her lap and she flips over the thin device, reading the notification that said she had a text from Luke.

from: lucifer:

told you he wouldn’t see me

from: lucifer:

i got mad skills

Liane chuckles quietly and rolls her eyes, thinking up a response.

to: lucifer:

you have no skills genius he just wasn’t in there long enough to notice

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from: lucifer:

don’t be a debby downer you dick

 Liane lets out a quiet giggle and lets her phone fall in her lap, not bothering to reply. “What’s so funny?” Michael questions, glancing over at his girlfriend with an amused smile.

“Your face,” she teases childishly, poking his cheek a few times.

“Offensive,” he pouts. She giggles quietly once again, letting her hands fall in her lap. “By the way, I know Luke was in your dorm,” he says teasingly. Liane’s mouth falls open slightly and she turns her head to face him.

“How could you tell?”

“It was kind of obvious,” he laughs, “he was breathing really hard.”

“Suck my ass,” she huffs, crossing her arms with a light smile.

*.*.*

next chap is the last chap oh no

this is the only story i’ve written that people actually like so yeah this is depressing

don't forget to go check out the prologue to my new story Broken; first chap will be posted once the epilogue of this one is xx