Blog. ┆Muke [On HOLD]

2014.11.05

[A/N sorry for not updating. The reason? I was kind of depressed. Lame, I know.]

Today the man of my dreams, aka Luke Hemmings asked me if I wanted to go to his rehearsal, for real.

I stared at my phone screen for a good five minutes feeling the heat taking over my body and blood rushing into my cheeks, hearing my boss rewarding me with a few swears words for something I fucked up again. 

"You gotta be kidding me." I murmured to myself, colliding into the chair behind the cash desk. Somehow, I managed to revive myself from this far more than just a dream, then I took a deep breath and typed back.

"Sure. :)x"

Say hi to the basic boy Michael Clifford, whose heart is flipping forwards and backwards for a rockstar in disguise.

 Later, after work, when I walked into that little apartment of his, Luke greeted me with his hands wide open. I stood there in front of him, swallowing my spit like a fireball down my throat and stuttered "What?"

"Are you going to hug me today or what, Cliffoconda?" Before I said a thing, he did it himself. His enormously long hands wrapped around my chubby waist, and when he leaned a bit back I felt like I was going suffocate from losing my breath just by looking at his face. His fingers grasped my cheek, in a way it could be just accidental touch, when he grabbed and pulled off my beanie.

"You're a cotton candy, boy." He chuckled stepping back, leaving me standing there, with my hands still in a form of his stick like waist, just where I held it.

"And?" I shrugged, almost ashamed of my change, which happened to be a soft pink fluff surrounding my head like a cloud.

"Hot." He said, turning around, and I couldn't stop myself from checking out his butt. "Except, that I might get confused and try to eat your hair as a candy."

I could swear, he had that grin on his face.

Just like he had one while playing Teenage Dream. 

A strange kind of rehearsal, when you are playing without your usual partner, isn't it? Calum didn't show up.

It didn't stop Luke from singing me every cliche love song possible.