Luke is a lot more comfortable around Michael now, he's not sure if he likes that or not. The problem is, Luke likes Michael a little too much; and, secretly, Michael feels the same way. But both boys handle their feelings very differently. Luke stares at Michael when he thinks he isn't looking, and he looks away, blushing, when Michael catches him. But Michael admires Luke quite openly, he doesn't look away or get flustered when Luke catches him but he laughs when Luke does.
Now they're sitting on the couch in Luke's apartment, deep in conversation.
"Dude, Call of Duty: Black Ops is way better than Advanced Warfare."
"No way, even Ghost was better than Black Ops." Luke replies.
"Oh man don't even get me started on how much Ghost sucked." Michael says with hatred towards the particular video game. Luke laughs.
"Okay that was a lie, Black Ops was way better than Ghost. But Advanced Warfare is still better than Black Ops." Luke says, surprisingly confident. Michael just stares at Luke, smiling and slowly shaking his head. They're sitting with their bodies turned toward the other and they're so close their knees are touching. It gives Michael butterflies.
"I disagree." Michael crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out at Luke.
"What are you, three?" Luke laughs.
"Maybe I am." Michael subtly moves a little closer to Luke, craving his touch. Michael's not sure whats gotten into him, but he's not sure if he likes it.
"So what do you want to do now?" Michael asks. Luke shrugs.
"I dunno. What do you want to do?"
"We should dye your hair black."
"Definitely not." Luke says quickly.
"Awh, Lucifer! It would look really hot though." At that, Luke blushes a deep red and Michael laughs.
"You're cute when you blush." Michael says, causing the younger boy to blush deeper.
The next thing the red haired boy knew, he was leaning closer. Closer. Closer. Closer. Michael's face is millimetres away from Luke's, so close he can feel Luke's laboured breath on his face. The blond boy's eyes close as Michael pressed his lips against Luke's. The lightning bolts shooting through Michael's hollow body is enough to make him crazy. All Luke can concentrate on is what Michael is thinking.
what if I'm a bad kisser?
What if my breath smells?
What if I'm doing this wrong?
What if he doesn't really like me?
His thoughts are interrupted by the absence of Michael's lips.
"I-I.. I have to g-go." Michael sprints to the door and runs into his own apartment, hleaving Luke dazed and hurt.
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A/N i wasn't planning on including the cliche lightning bolts but hey, things happen.
im sorry for not updating in ages! Between school work, pure laziness, and intense writer's block, it's been hard to write. I am also very sorry that this chapter is super duper short!! like what!! again, v v sorry. i might have another chapter written by Friday, but no promises
ALSO GUYS THIS STORY HAS 1K READS IM SO HAPPY. I was going to class when my friend messaged me saying i have 1k reads on my story and i didn't believe her at first, I thought she was just trying to get me to write more lol
Also the song on the side/top reminds me of Michael in this story so much like omg
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