Chapter 5, Scared.

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by steamymuke

by steamymuke

-Michaels pov-

I collapsed on the floor once I got into my room and curled up in a little ball.

No. No.

I couldnt meet his friends, I hqd barely just met him. What if they deem me not good enough for him to befriend? Then what, I get kicked out?

I may not know much, but i know friends opinions matter. Oh god, do they matter. Maybe even more than families opinions do.

Suddenly there was a quiet knock on the door and Luke's melodic voice rang out from behind it.

"Michael? Are you okay?" he asked timidly.

I contemplated lying, then realized there was no point.

"U-Um, not really."

"Can I come in?"

"If you want."

He took my offer and twisted the knob, pushing open the door.

Seeing me on the floor, his features went sympathetic and he slowly put his hand out to touch my back. I flinched at the sudden contact but his hands felt so delicate and scared against my back, I allowed him to rub small circles onto it.

"Whats troubling you, red?"

I snorted a little and took my head off the floor to raise an eyebrow at Luke.

"Red? Really?" Luke shrugged,

"I couldnt think of another nick name. So you're my Little Red now and im the big bad wolf."

I let out a loud laugh and put my head back on the floor.

"You didnt answer my question Little Red. Whats wrong?"

I sighed, "Im scared to meet your friends." I admitted.

"Why? They're not bad people."

"I-I don't know. I just feel like they wont like me, Luke. And if they dont, you won't either."

"They'll like you Michael, I promise. You're amazing. If they dont, I still will. They cant change that, Little Red. Oh, and I like it when you say my name, its sorta hot" he said, teasingly.

I let out a relieved laugh, "Luuuuuuke."

He smiled at me and for a moment we just stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

I never realized how blue Luke's eyes were. They were like a clear day, the kind that were breezy and sunny. Ones that you took picnics on. And his lips, god his lips. So scuplted, so beautiful, so...something.

Luke darted his eyes to my lips and back up to my eyes.

I took a shaky breath.

"Wh-What are you thinking about?" I stuttered.

"Doing something crazy." He replied simply before cupping my face quickly in his hands and crashing his lips onto mine.

Oh boy, this was so much different than the movies and books portray it. His lips were unexplainably soft and they tasted like mint and longing.

But those fireworks that they described weren't there. It was a different type of feeling. Like submerging yourself into a warm bath after being in the snow too long. Warm. I loved every minute of it.

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