Muke❤

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•Luke's POV•

I rolled over to my side and looked into Michael's beautiful, sleeping face. God he's gorgeous. I'm the luckiest guy on the Earth.

"Good morning babe."

"Oh.. Er.. Morning baby." I pecked Michael's check with a kiss. 

"What do you want to do today?"

"Let's just hangggg."

"Okay." I went downstairs and grabbed some movies. I grabbed all the good Pixar movies. Finding Nemo, The Lion King, Monsters Inc.

"Bruhh you got the beat movies everrrr!"

"YAS I knowwww!" I put in Finding Nemo first and I practically jumped on top of Michael. I lied head on his warm chest and I heard his heart beating loudly.

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"NOOOOO NEMO COME BACK! WHY DID YOU TOUCH THE BUTT!!!" Michael screamed into my ear.

"Babe, babe, its okay. He gets found anyways.."

"I know, I know. This movie just get a so intense sometimes bruh."

"I know, I know." I say laughing. I grab Michael's chin and pull him in for a kiss. The kiss was full of passion and love. Michael then pulls my shirt off revealing the scrapes and bruises that are left from Justin.

"Oh baby..." Michael says as he grazes his hands over the marks.

"Luke you are so beautiful. And that bastard had the nerve to fucking touch you. I'm glad I killed him when I had the chance. He deserved to be dead."

"Yeah I guess." I said with a sad expression.

"What do you mean 'I guess'?"

"I don't know... He just told me things that he couldn't tell anybody else and why he kidnapped me... I kind of feel bad.. But mostly I'm fucking glad he's gone."

"What the fuck?! You feel bad for the little bastard?"

"No Michael its not like that!"

"I'll be back. I'm going for a walk." Michael gets up and puts on his jacket and beanie and walks out the door.

"Fuck Luke. Fuck you." I whispered to myself.

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I walk into the bathroom and grab my razor. I take out the sharp part and sit on the toiler seat.

"This is for being a dumbass." I cut my wrist.

"This is for fucking up." I cut my other wrist.

"This is for messing up everything with Michael." I pull down my pants and carve Michael into my thigh. Tears running down my face. And a bunch of thoughts run through my head.
Luke he doesn't love you. You're an ugly ass piece of shit that nobody wants around. You don't deserve Michael. He's too perfect and you are garbage. Why are you even here?