Chapter 4, Bed.

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by steamymuke

by steamymuke

-Luke-

When I saw the boy, scratch that, Michael on the floor motionless, I almost had a heart attack. What would I have done if he had died? His death would most have likely been blamed on me, an innocent blonde boy.

I shook him awake earlier not worried about his wellbeing, but more for my selfish reasons. The shower was running down the hall, while I lay back in bed, cold. I couldnt help but remember last night.

I was mostly asleep when he crawled into bed with me, but I couldnt stop thinking about how I felt and how warm he was. The way he smelled faintly of grass, even after his shower. His warm hands against my skin. It was like having a heater that never shut off or burned down the house if you left it on too long. I even slept through the night, something I hardly ever did. But, when I woke up I felt the same as always, cold and unhappy.

It just felt nice being with someone else for once, instead of being alone all the damn time. Almost like I belonged. But no, I couldnt like him. I mean, I like boys. But him? Im super hot, I could do better.

But still, he had an intoxicating way about himself. Maybe it was because he was so vunerable, considering he knows nothing about himself besides his first name. I almost felt human with him. He made me feel things.

I shook my head, no, I don't have feelings for this kid.

Before I could ponder about my feelings on Michael, my phone rang. I pressed accept, grateful for the interruption.

"Hello?"

"Luke!" Calums voice rang in my ear.

"Whats up?"

"I feel like me and Ash haven't seem you in forever! Can we come over?"

I hesitated. Was I ready to share Michael, my little secret?

"S-Sure, when will you get here?"

"15-20 minutes, I'll bring food."

I nodded, then felt stupid, because he couldnt see me.

"Sounds good, cya then!"

We said our goodbyes and hung up. I sighed, reaching my hands up to massage my aching head. I thought about going to take my meds before the boys got here then cursed myself, Michael was taking a shower in my bathroom.

Fuck, I guess I wont be taking any until tonight or early morning then. I sighed and stared at my wall for about 10 minutes until I heard the shower turn off and Michael stepped out in a pair of black sweatpants and a black v neck.

He looked ghostly pale, but his icey eyes shined brighter than the day he knocked on my door. It made me happy to see his eyes so full of life. I knew they'd be beautiful when they werent sleep deprived. Wait, what?

"Michael?" I called out, too lazy to go to his room.

10 seconds passed before a faint "Yeah?" was heard.

"Come here!" I waited till the pitter patter of his footsteps grew louder and a tuft of red hair peeked from behind my door.

"Hmm?" Michael questioned.

"My friends Calum and Ashton are coming over, they dont know about you but I plan on introducing you. Is that okay?"

Michaels eyes widened and fear flashed through them so fast I couldnt tell if I imagined it.

"Uhh, o-okay. Ill be in my room." He said hurriedly, retreating back to his room quickly and shutting the door harshly.

I winced. What was that about?

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