Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Eight

dedicated to @myhellismymind bc her writing is amazing and give me love is probably one of the best muke fanfics I've ever read so y'all should go read that as soon as you're done with this chapter

Jamie

"And I feel terrible," Michael concluded. He had just told me how Sara decided that cheating on me with a boy was a fûcking good idea.

"Why do you feel terrible? Luke said he's sorry, and he explained it, why don't you just forgive him so all my hard work doesn't go to waste?"

He shook his head. "That's not what I mean. I feel terrible because it all worked out for us and I don't know how to help you." I smiled. Michael is so sweet. He needed to be a real person. Well, he was... I decided then that I would track down the living version of him and we would be friends until... yeah. He told me that story. "I mean, your girlfriend cheating on you made me one step closer to my goal. Most people would be happy, but... You know, I never liked Sara. I never did. I thought she was a skank before I found out she was with you. Then I decided, you know, she must have a good side. But if someone who likes girls is dumb enough to let you slip away, even for Luke, who I think, no offense, is way more sexy than you--"

"Hey!"

He shrugged innocently. "I'm gay, what do you expect? Anyway, what I was about to say is, if she's willing to let you go so easily, she's not worth your time or tears."

I smiled. "Well, thank you." Deciding to play with him, I added, "but she's still hotter than you." His jaw dropped dramatically and he put a hand on his chest. "Hey, I'm a lesbian, what do I know about guys?"

"I deserved that," he chuckled, pulling me into a hug.

Luke

"Michael, if you're done talking to Jamie, will you come here?" I asked. I was sitting on my bed, doing nothing. "I want to talk to you."

After a few seconds, he walked in the door. "I'm done."

"Two questions. First, why do you always walk in the door if you don't need to?"

He shrugged. "I find it more comfortable if I can pretend I'm normal."

"Makes sense. Ish. Anyway, how did it go?"

"Well, she was crying, but I think I cheered her up. She says she's going to break up with Sara."

I groaned. "I'm such a fûcking screw-up. They were the cutest couple ever, and I had to go and ruin it just to make you jealous." I felt so guilty I could die.

"No, Luke. I know, I feel terrible, but think of it this way: Sara cheated on Jamie with you. This means she's a cheater. If she's a cheater, she was eventually going to cheat on her anyway, and isn't it better if it happens sooner than later? I'm not saying you did the right thing, I'm saying Sara did the wrong thing at the right time. She didn't give Jamie a chance to fall as hard for her as I--" He stopped there.

"As you what?" I asked, a smile dawning on my lips.

"As I have for you." He looked up at me shyly through his eyelashes, and in that moment I felt a sensation I had never felt before. It wasn't love. It couldn't be. It was just a strong liking for someone, which I wasn't used to. I used to totally objectify women, I would only choose the hot ones and they still never meant anything to me. Michael was cute, and I actually felt something for him, so no matter what it was, it felt like it was a big deal.

"Come here," I said suddenly, motioning for him to sit down..

"What?"

"I said 'come here.'"

Michael slowly stepped over to me and sat on my bed, all the while looking at me like some kind of madman. I wrapped my arms around him an pulled him into a lying position, eventually embracing him with my legs, too. "You're an odd one, Luke."

"That's why you love me, right?" I whispered in his ear.

"That's one of the reasons."

"And what are the others?"

"Well," he replied, turning around to face me. "You're the only one who's ever been there for me, except my mom, and you're beautiful, and you give really good hugs. You've always just had this quality to you that draws me to you like a magnet, and then as soon as I'm there, I understand why. When I was alive, you were nice to me from day one, always helping me with my homework and chores..."

"Probably because I was in love with you... Wait, I helped you with homework?"

Michael chuckled. "If you were in love with me, why am I here?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe because I never told you? As a human, you thought I wasn't in love with you, but I'm sure I was. I would never do chores for anybody otherwise. But wait, you said I helped you with homework?" Michael nodded, seemingly amused. "What the fûck, I'm not smart."

He laughed. "Yeah, you are. I also remember you getting mostly As. Yeah, you got the occasional B, but you were a straight A student most of the time."

I knit my eyebrows in confusion. "How could being with you affect my grade? Is there something about you that radiates intelligence?"

"Big word," Michael teased, and I rolled my eyes. "I think you just started paying more attention in school or something. I was actually surprised to find you ditching class when I came back because that's just not something I could ever see you doing. You were always little miss--mister--perfect when I knew you."

"Maybe you changed me."

There was ten-second-long silence in which I stared at Michael, soaking in every little detail: his delicately thin hair, his light green eyes, his soft cheeks and his rose lips...

Before I knew it, I had leaned in and started kissing him, tasting nothing but sweetness on his mouth. What was his last meal, a bag of sugar? I continued to kiss him and put one hand on his waist, rubbing his side under his shirt. His skin was soft and warm.

Michael pulled our bodies closer, one hand on my back and the other on the bed behind him, trying to push himself further my way. It seemed as if this would be our last kiss by how passionate it was--but it wasn't. It wasn't our last kiss because he was going to stay here forever with me and we would be kissing or doing other... activities at least half of the time, if you know what I mean.

"I wish you could stay here forever," I told him that night.

"Next time, I'll try to stay alive as long as I can."

"Good. Are there any foods you should eat or something...?"

Michael shook his head. "It's a weird disease. It's pretty much the closest anyone will ever be to the Green Lantern. If my will power had been stronger, I would have lived longer."

"Maybe next time I'll be enough of a reason."

"You will be."

I'd better be, I thought. It was that night, when I was in the midst if falling asleep, that I realized the inevitable...

I was in love.

I don't know whether to say you're welcome or I'm sorry, so... Hi?

well then, they're finally both in love... *smiles* *sobs* *rainbows come out of my eyes* *demons come out of my brain and rip the rainbow to shreds because they're mad at me for writing this*

oooooookaaaaaay theeennnn... Well bye.

- <3 rach <3