Teach Me || Muke

Thursday Pt. 1

*Thursday Part One*

Luke P.O.V.

"The day before," I said smiling. "You've done well so far, Mikey. We managed to cover almost everything to do on a first date and you did remarkably well on the practice date."

"Nearly cost me my sanity," Michael mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. Michael had become even more of a drama queen over the past week which was something I had never known to be possible. Then again I also didn't know that I was so good at impersonating middle aged women.

"I honestly don't know what else to teach. We went over just about everything so I don't really have a lesson planned for today," I admitted. "The only thing left is kissing but you probably already know how to do that..."

Michael coughed nervously and began picking at a thread on his sleeve. His cheeks were red like cherries.

"No," I said in disbelief. He shrugged. "Never?" I asked.

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p'.

I shook my head and said, "That's insane."

"Luke, I'm a gamer who despises social interaction. What did you expect?"

"Sorry it just.... you're a good looking guy so I just assumed..." I trailed off. Mikey blushed and stared at his feet. I clapped once and spoke, "Well I guess now we have a topic for today."

His head snapped up, green eyes wide. "No," he said. "No, Luke, you're not teaching me how to kiss. I can just wing it or-or not kiss her at all! Some girls don't like kissing on the first date, right? Maybe she's one of them!"

"No, you have to. The kiss is the Moment of Truth. It shows you whether you really feel that way or not," I said. "And relax. I'm not kissing you."

I quickly scanned my room and grabbed a pillow off of my bed.

"Here," I handed it to him. "Practice with this."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "A pillow?"

"Yes. Now kiss it."

"Seriously?"

"Just kiss the damn pillow, Clifford!" I ordered.

Michael groaned loudly and screwed up his face. He awkwardly smooshed his face into the pillow.

"No," I said immediately. "Stop."

He put the pillow in his lap. "What?"

"You have to relax. You're kissing Jamie," I said, "not your grandmother."

Michael grimaced and tried again. He puckered his too-pink lips and kissed the pillow. I shook my head. It was uncomfortable just watching him.

"Mate, you gotta loosen up," I interrupted.

He dropped the pillow again. "Well its a bit hard to loosen up when you're kissing a fucking pillow in front of your best friend! Do you even realize how weird this is for me?"

"Pretend I'm not here," I said. He gave me a look. "Okay... how about acting? You take that class in school, yeah?" He briefly nodded. "Pretend you're playing a role and I'm the director and you're about to kiss the girl."

"What girl's lips are shaped like this?" he threw his hands up.

"It's just a way to learn, Michael, it won't actually be like this!" I exclaimed. "Now kiss the pillow! Action!"

"Okay!" he shouted and kissed it. I facepalmed. It looked so unbelievably incorrect. There was only one way he could possibly learn to do it right.

I walked over, ripped the pillow from his face, and said, "Sorry, Mikey, but it's for your own good."

And I crashed my lips to his.