Pranks | Muke

Chapter Seven

-Michael's point of view-

The cool metal chain attached to me was soon forgotten when it finally grew warm under the duvet cover. Luke was sprawled out next to me, to my dismay considering I only had a double bed, but the fact that he was not touching me meant that I soon forgot about his presence too. At least, until he woke me up in the middle of my slumber.

His wriggling continued for what felt like forever as I attempted to sleep. And it was bad, since I'm an extremely heavy sleeper. Half-awake, I moved my hand to slap the fidgety boy, but that action backfired as not only did my hand hit him but also the hard chain.

"Ouch!" Luke yelped, rubbing his face in frustration. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but soon I was tugged deeper into Luke's side of the bed from the chain.

"Stop," I unconsciously mumbled. My sleepy trance did not last for long however, because soon Luke repeated what I did to him and let the metal between us fall onto my shoulder. "Ouch!" Finally I was more awake than before, but the darkness of the room made it hard to concentrate on the wide-awake blonde attached to me.

"Michael, please wake up." Luke spoke. He was now sat up straight, pulling my wrist up with his, and I could feel his eyes watching me. Reluctantly, I rubbed my eyes in hope to take away the tiredness and followed Luke as I sat up against the head rest.

"Why the hell are you awake at-" I paused and looked at my digital clock, "two in the morning?"

"I'm always up at this time." Luke said nonchalantly. He seemed sincere, which lead me on to look at him with confusion. "Being stuck to you can't break my routine."

"Routine?" I pressed, intrugued in what I thought was an uninteresting boy.

"Yes. Now please just let me do this, it'll be quick." Luke began to haul himself out of my bed, pulling me with him of course, and grabbed my warm duvet whilst doing so. The two of us were only wearing boxers, so that and the lack of duvet made us soon shiver uncontrollably. To me, that was not a good method of waking up.

I followed close behind Luke as he ventured down the staircase and towards the back garden door. He looked determined on what he wanted to do, and since I was still very tired, I decided against saying something rude. "We're not going outside, are we?"

"Why do you think we took the duvet?" Luke said sarcastically. He didn't seem phased by the cold air or early hour of the morning at all. Everything was very confusing, to say the least. "Do you have a key?" Luke asked when we reached the door. He searched around hopelessly in the pitch black living room. I had lived here my entire life, so naturally I found the board that held the keys and soon held them out to Luke. The ratalling of them and the chain between us made an awful lot of noise, which reminded me of my parents upstairs. I silently prayed no one would hear the two of us, or worse, think we're burgulars and call the police.

"Thanks," Luke said as he stuck them in the key hole and quickly unlocked the door, releasing a blast of cold air to hit our bare skin. We shivered even more than before, which lead us to pick up the duvet in unison and wrap it around ourselves, making us physically closer than ever before. 

Luke jumped out into my garden and I followed close behind to let as little cold air enter the duvet sausage we created. The door shut on itself due to the wind, but thankfully Luke held the keys which meant that we wouldn't end up locked out of the house. "Now what," I said, tiptoeing through the cold and wet grass.

Out of nowhere, Luke shot down onto the ground and pulled me with him. I protested on not lying on the floor by wriggling in the now slightly damp duvet, but Luke wrapped his arm underneath my back then around my torso to hold me in place. "Just watch the stars."