toxic // muke

kill to death score was -15

luke's pov:

"what was that you said, lukey?" at that moment, he probably could've killed me, so i think that's why he loosened his grip a little bit. his hot breath was fanning against my lips, and let me tell you, if i wasn't about to die from having the wind knocked out of me and then being pushed against the wall so hard, and the fact that my feet weren't really touching the ground, i would've started making out with him right there.

"i- i..." i know this is gonna sound weak but i honestly could not finish that sentence. don't judge me... i could barely breath, and michael being his hot self isn't exactly helping with the whole 'barely breathing' thing.

"that's what i thought." he snickered, fuck, right now i want to stab him and kiss the shit out of him. he let go, and swiftly stepped back, while i fell to the ground, and he just sat there and for a split second, i thought i saw a glimpse of worry in his eyes, but it quickly went back to him lurking above me, laughing. after i caught my breath, we were both sitting there, laughing, and i honestly couldn't tell you why, until ashton came around the corner and looked at us as if we were maniacs. we all decided to play xbox because what else were we to do?

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FIFA GAME, CALUM?" michael questioned up the stairs, and suddenly we heard calum's door lock, and we caught each other's gaze, then both glanced at ashton. ashton doesn't like fifa, so we made him go get one of his other games and his xbox controller since we only had 2 down here.

he came down with Halo 4 (a/n: my favorite game ever) and we all sat down. michael player one, meaning that he got to be the big part of the screen, the top half, since we were playing 3 player, me player 2, so i'm bottom left, and ashton player 3, making him bottom right. we put the disc in and realized ashton was an SR-113, and we're only SR-47's, clearly he's had his fair share of playing this game behind our backs, asshole. and then he, of course, tried to make us play a custom game. oh hell naw.

"fuck you ashton. we are not playing a custom game, you'll beat our asses." michael pointed out, stating the obvious.

"oh, just stop being a bitch, would you?" ashton shot back.

"let's play team swat." i said, noting that i'm the worst at video games and swat is easy to get kills at. michael put it on the team swat playlist and we waited for players, until map voting came on, and it was ragnarok, haven, and longbow.

we all immediately tried voting for different maps because all three of us have to vote for one, so each of us was trying to get to their favorite, and ashton won the war, clicking on the a button and making all three of our votes go towards haven. haven then won, and us three got put on blue team with someone with the gamertag 'AmIPunkRockYet' (a/n: that's my actual gamertag i'm laughing) and we all burst out laughing, because it reminded us of ourselves, and the game was starting.

about 4 minutes into the map, ashton has 7 kills, michael 5, this AmIPunkRockYet has 6, and i have 0. well, what a surprise that is. 

"LUKE WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING TERRIBLE?" ashton yelled, laughing so hard, i thought he was going to die (in real life, not the video game).

"i'm used to paying as the top screen, leave me alone!" i retorted, and within the next couple of minutes, the match ended. i had 3 kills, michael and that girl had 14 and ashton had 16, equalling equalling only 47, and the red team had all 50 they needed.

"well, that was fun. luke got beaten in kills by a girl, and made us lose." michael stated, holding back laughter.

"i didn't do that bad."

"luke, you died 18 times and got 3 kills. your kill to death score was -15. you went negative, luke. stop denying that you're terrible." ashton said, playfully, and i laughed in my mind because now i'm going to throw the biggest fit ever since they're picking on me.

"ashton is mean. i hate this game." i stated as i threw my controller, i'm pretty sure i broke it, oh well, and tried to make myself cry just to irritate them. and you should've seen it. i was rolling around the ground, crying and screaming and slapping them. michael patted my head, and cuddled me.

"it's okay lukey, we all have our bad days." he whispered, petting my hair while i was in his lap.

"so lukey's bad day is every time we play?" ashton made the annoyed tone in his voice very obvious. "and get a room if you're going to basically have sex on the floor." michael shot him a glare, we both walked upstairs and left ashton downstairs.

we layed down in my bed and i nuzzled my head into the crook of michael's neck, our legs entwined, and i could feel his heart beating in his chest.

"i love you, mikey."

"i love you too, lukey." and that was those were the very last words i heard from michael, for a really long time.

a/n:

i'm sorry if this bored you it's only chapter two don't judge, oh and idk if i'm gonna put smut in this because my friends follow me. anywhore, bye !!!