Pranks | Muke

Chapter Eight

-Michael's point of view-

The next morning I completely forgot about the events of the previous day/early morning. So when I felt a tall blonde boy cuddle next to me and a warm metal chain sit on my stomach, being surprised was an understatement.

I nearly flew out of the bed. I shot up, taking Luke with me, then fell back down again due to head rush. Memories flooded my mind, and suddenly I felt rather guilty for waking Luke up so horribly. "What the hell was that?" Luke mumbled, obviously having not enjoyed being launched out of bed so suddenly.

"Sorry," I apologised and attempted to rub the sleep out of my eyes. "I forgot I'm attached to you."

"It's okay, just don't forget tomorrow morning." Luke followed my action as he rubbed his own eyes.

Nodding, I layed back down onto our shared pillow and subconsiously cuddled Luke. The single bed was cosy despite two sweaty teenage boys were rubbed against each other in it. The sun protruded through the blinds of my window, making the situation even cosier. I didn't want to move, and considering the way Luke buried his face in my shoulder, he didn't want to move either.

We are just close; that's why we cuddled.

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The morning passed quickly. Well, that was just because we got out of bed only a few minutes before midday. Luke may be used to getting up earlier, but no chain will stop me from having enough sleep.
The two of us uncomfortably ate cereal, on Luke's demand, and then uncomfortably got changed. We both wore my tanktops that we were forced to rip. It would be easier going shirtless of course, but it was cold outside. And I would probably stare at Luke's shirtless body the entire day. Just because it's impressing, though.

"Can we get a mechanic or something to saw it off?" I asked. We sat in my room bored having run out of things to talk about.

"I know a guy," Luke paused. "But what if it's painful?"

I stared blankly at Luke. "You knew someone the entire time? We could have gotten it off last night!"

Luke was taken aback. Finally I felt an emotion other than confusion towards the blonde. Anger. "It was late, and he may have not even been awake."

"It happened at four in the afternoon." I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Fine," Luke huffed. "If it's that bad being attached to me." 

"I'm pretty sick of it, yes." I raised my voice. I didn't want to fight with Luke, but he was beginning to get extremely annoying.

The blonde looked hurt. He stood up, tugging me with him, and began to walk towards the door. "Well, maybe I'm sick of you too."

"Where are we going?" I felt hurt too. My words didn't mean anything, and Luke's probably didn't either, but it was painful to watch a possible friendship go down the drain.

"To get the chain off?" Luke spoke, moving closer to the door before I yanked my chain-clad hand back and pulled Luke towards me. However, the action backfired as Luke awkwardly stumbled at the impact then fell to the floor, pulling me with him. "Fuck," he grumbled beside me.

"This is your fault." I began to haul myself back up, but unfortunately I was tugged back down again by Luke.

"No. It's yours." He shifted himself onto his knees on the floor and turned to look into my eyes.

Seeing the opportunity, I jumped back onto my feet and took the boy with me. I smirked, "who's idea was it to get handcuffs in the first place?"

"Doesn't matter." Luke was defeated. He grumbled, pulling himself together as he straighened my clothes on himself neatly. "But who fidgeted enough to have the second handcuff land on me?"

Laughing, I looked back at Luke. "You're so stupid! This is why I have the best reputation at school; everything you do fails miserably." I pushed Luke lightly, but still enough to make me move with him.

"Are you sure you mean that?" Luke was ready to jump. His blue eyes faded to a darker shade, growing angrier at each word.

"Mhm." I hummed, waiting for Luke to react. And he did.

Luke shoved even harder this time, pushing me to the ground and I took him with me. As we landed, I lamely tugged at his blonde quiff. He yelped in pain, and then did the same to my own bright red hair. "Did you forget about the hard object between us?" Luke reffered to the handcuffs as he spoke between breaths. "You should take it to your advantage."

"Why should I?" I looked up at Luke as he moved himself to lay on my stomach. "I'm the strongest of the two of us, it should be you attempting to use the chain. Make it a little harder for me."

Luke smirked at my comment, "pfft. You call that muscle."

The two of us continued to wrestle on my bedroom floor. It was surprising how my parents hadn't noticed the loud thumping noises we were making, but even so I didn't care if they did. "Tell me what it is then," I grinned. I was beginning to enjoy wrestling Luke.

"Sex-" Luke replied automatically. He paused, stopping his fidgeting, and blushed a deep red.

"Sex?" Taking it as a compliment, I blushed a little too. But I also felt obliged to make fun of Luke for his comment.

"I didn't mean that." Luke continued to blush, as he sat on top of me and didn't move a muscle.

My moving stopped too. I looked back into his eyes, the dark blue now faded back to his normal light shade, contrasting to his red cheeks. I unknowingly smiled at the scene infront of me, pondering over what made him so infuriating but interesting at the same time.

So when he leaned down to attatch his lips to mine, I found out why.

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Same, Luke.

So they finally kissed. I planned on making it out of the blue, because it's cute that way haha.

Thoughts on what will happen next? Do you think Michael will enjoy the kiss?

Tysm for 4k reads already guys, ilysm.

Also fun fact I made gingerbread bicuits today and they're orgasmic.

Okay, bye x

-Celia