mixtapes >> muke

5 - mischief

"Luke? Please come down a second."

His aunt called softly up the stairs in a voice as soft as skin.

Luke groaned softly, already knowing the purpose of their talk.

He pulled himself off of his bed and closed his eyes, pulling his hands up to his face. He shook his head in defeat and adjusted his bracelets, sighing quietly. Pulling his heaviness from the bed, he crossed the room and ran down the stairs, two at a time, like always.

"Five consequetive absences?

Luke groaned like a child denied ice cream and got up to hug his aunt.

"You know how hard it's been for me, Aunt Liz. I mean, my step-dad already had so many ISSUES with me being...you know, not straight. And... I met someone."

His aunt raked her hand through her hair and laughed drily.
"Luke, remind yourself that he could be a bad influence!"

Luke shook his head with such force that the ocean water from his beach holiday at age 10 was shaken from his ears.
"I swear, he is the only thing that I can, count on? I guess? I don't know, but being around him makes me feel... normal. Like I didn't go through a bunch of shit, and I am just a regular kid. Well, as regular as a gay guy can get."

Liz laughed and rested her hands on Luke's broad shoulder.
"Okay, okay. But I swear, if you have ONE more absen-"

"Yes, yes, yes, disembowelment and death by fire, I know. I'll straighten up, I promise. Well, again, as straight as a gay guy can get."

Luke kissed his aunt on the cheek and skipped out, grabbing his phone from his back pocket and collapsing on his bed.

Michael picked up after 1 ring.
"Michael's whore house? You got the dough, we got the hoe."

Luke stifled a laugh and smiled like an idiot.
Something about Michael was just... happy. It made Luke want to be happy. It made him want to donate to charity and help the less fortunate.
God.

"Hello, loser. Come to my house IMMEDIATELY. I need to see you." Luke demanded.

Michael was sat on his bed, in his boxers, eating pizza, but Luke was just a LITTLE more important.

What was happening to Michael? Some dude was more important than pizza?
What was happening to the world?

Nonetheless, he pulled on a random flannel and some black jeans and scrambled to his feet.
Luke needed to get himself a driver's license, already.

And a car.

Preferably one with a big back seat.

Michael jumped in his truck and turned the ignition. Shìt.
Shìt shìt shìt.

He punched the 1 on his phone and dialled Luke.
Yeah, okay. So Luke was his number 1. Sue him.

The phone clicked and Luke's voice filled his ear.
"Texas crematorium, you kill em, we grill em, how may I direct your call?"

Michael laughed obnoxiously", making the elderly woman walking past his car jump and shake her fist at him.

"Alright, Puke. We have a problem. The make-out-mobile wont start."
Michael heard Luke groan over the phone and he heard the bed springs creak as Luke fell against his bed.

"Michael, we AREN'T calling it that. It's okay, I'll pick you up.

Michael shook his head in disbelief, letting out a squeal.
"Wait, pick me up?? But you don't..."

"It was a, um, welcome home gift. Of course, I have my licence, and now I have the car to go along with it!"

Michael could almost hear the pride in Luke's voice, and leaned against his headrest as he imagined Luke's smug smile.
God, he was whipped.

"Okay, pick me up in your super flash car, then." Michael teased, and he could envision Luke's pout as he said,
"Michael, respect the ride. I can leave your sorry ass at home, if you'd prefer that."

Michael yelped and apologised, and headed back inside to wait for Luke.

What did Luke want to tell him, exactly?