Broken Angel

Chapter 9

They found an apartment on the corner of Peter Street and Duluth Street. A block away from a local grocery store. Michael moved in first, Luke still had to convince his parents to let him take his things. You know, childhood things, his dressers.. he already had his clothes at Ashton's so there was nothing else he really needed. Michael had furniture. Nobody was actually looking forward to this. Luke and Michael don't really hang out, so who knows how this is going to work out? I mean, yeah they hang out but they don't really TALK. It's mostly Ashton and Michael talking, then Calum and Luke. Probably because Ashton was the one who invited Michael into the group. And Calum doesn't like him very much. Maybe not even Luke. Well, although Luke may not like him, Michael was still going to try to help him out. Just the basics. Food, shelter... but if he wanted someone to talk to, like really talk, Michael was not provided. Lucky Ashton lived only a bit away. Not too close but not too far. Definitely not a walking distance, though. Yeah, this would work out just fine. Besides, Michael was sure Luke wasn't much of a talker. Well, yeah he talked. But he didn't think he would talk much about feelings. So he really wasn't worried at all. He was lying to himself, of course he was worried. What if Luke WAS one to talk about feelings, get into detail? And then Michael would become too close and tell him everything like he did with Cat. He didn't tell her everything but he told her enough to let her in. That was his first time. It was a mistake. And you learn from your mistakes, right? And he'd never do it again. No more mistakes, no more letting people in. And you're probably thinking, c'mon it was just one time he'll probably do it again, right? No. Michael promised himself this was not going to happen. 

He stopped going to school completely, waiting for the time when he could sign up for online school. That wasn't until February. As Luke carried a box of clothes into their apartment, Michael groaned.

"How many boxes of clothes do you have?" He asks rudely and Luke just drops the box on the floor.

"12." He replies, going back to his car for another box. Michael rolls his eyes, Luke seems so vain. He walks back in with another box, but when he drops it, he doesn't go back for another. He sits on the couch next to Michael and sighed. "No more boxes, Jesus Christ." 

"Luke, there are only 4 boxes here. You have a lot more." Michael says and Luke shakes his head.

"I know but I'm tired. No more boxes." He explains and Michael grabs his hand, pulling him up.

"I'll help you just get up." He says and Luke's arm hangs limply in Michael's grip. Michael pulled on his hand again and Luke winced.

"Fine." He said like a pouty teenager. Which was exactly what he was. A pouty, bad-boy acting, teenage boy. They went out to Luke's crappy car, Michael grabbing two boxes while Luke grabs one.

"Hey, I'm pretty sure you can handle two." Michael rolls his eyes and Luke groans. 

"Too tired." He says.

"No, take another box." Michael says sternly. He felt like a parent trying to get their bratty little kid to help bring in groceries . 

"But Mikey." Luke groaned. This was weird. This was scaring him. This was not okay. But he swallowed thickly. 

"Lukey, you need to take another box." Michael replied, trying to make it seem like the most normal thing. Lukey. What was this kid up to? Making him silly stuff like Lukey.

"Fine." Luke said in the same tone as before. Pouty. 

"Thank you." Michael said calmly as he walked into the building and Luke followed.