The Only Reason (Muke)

If You Don't Know

Michael's POV

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I pull up to driveway of Luke's house.

I go to open the door but it's locked, so I call him

"Hello" he says in a monotone

"Hey, can you open the door? I'm here" I reply

"Yeah, l'll be there in a sec"

Within a few seconds the door opens to reveal an unhappy Luke. I look at him with concern, but he shrugs it off. We go upstairs and he turns on a movie.

We sit on the bed in silence for about ten minutes before I turn to him. He looks at me with a confused look.

"What?" He asks tilting his head to the side

"Is something bothering you?" I ask with concern

"No, I'm fine" he says

I can tell he's lying and I call him out on it

"Luke I know you're lying. What's wrong?"

He sighs before laying down next to me

"It's nothing Mikey, don't worry okay?"

"Luke, I'm going to worry. I care about you"

He sighs once again "okay.. I've just been.." he pauses for a moment before continuing "I've just been upset and a little down lately, but I'm okay"

He gives me a smile, but I can see through it.

I pull him up and bring him into a hug.

"Luke, you know you can tell me anything. I'll always be here for you"

I pull back and look at him. His eyes are red and he looks like he's going to cry.

"Luke?"

"Thank you Mikey. I've been thinking about the past and it made me a little upset but I need to get over it. I need to move on, I'm trying. If I ever need to talk ill let you know, okay?"

"Okay" I smile at him before laying down and pulling him close to me. After a few minutes I feel his chest rise and fall, letting me know he's asleep.

I look at his face, admiring every detail. He's so flawless and perfect. Something inside me just want to wake him up and tell him how perfect he is, another part wants to watch him sleep ( not a creepy way, he just looks cute when he's asleep) I slowly drift off to sleep with Luke on my mind.

Luke's POV

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"I slowly open my eyes. It's too dark to see anything but I feel arms wrapped around my waist. I automatically know who it is. I smile to myself before a wave of sadness washes over me. I thought about the day he gave me the note. I remember reading it over and over, the empty feeling I had. I had never felt so betrayed and lost, after that day I wanted to shut everyone out.

I snapped out of my thoughts, quickly but carefully getting up, making sure not to wake Michael. I go to my desk, tripping over a shoe. I look to make sure I didn't wake him up before getting up. I turn on my desk lamp and pull out a sheet of paper and a pencil. I write down whatever comes to my mind.

Let's forget the past

I swear we'll make this last

'Cause I remember the taste of your skin tonight

And the way that you looked, you had those eyes

I remember the way it felt inside

And the name of the songs that made you cry

You would scream, we would fight, you would call me crazy

I would laugh, you were mad but you'd always kiss me

And the shirt that I had that you always borrowed

When I woke, it was gone

There was no tomorrow

I walk back over to bed, satisfied with what I wrote. Writing always makes me feel better.

I cuddle up to Michael, he puts his arm around me again and I easily fall back asleep.