hate || lh + mc

thing five:

"i hate the way you're always right."

clinging to the steering wheel, luke grumbled profanities under his breath.

michael sang along to remedy by state champs, luke looking at him funnily when he sings a line that sounds wrong. "those aren't the words, mikey," he quipped.

michael shook his head. "no, princess. i'm pretty sure i was right."

"no," luke disagrees. "it's 'baby, it's typicial to call you out on being typical'."

michael laughed, pulling his phone out. "baby, look," he pulls up the lyrics, shoving them in his baby's face. "see, it says 'baby, it's difficult to call you out on being cynical'."

huffing like a child, luke slumps down into the seat, slouching over the wheel, muttering out, "i hate that you're always right, you dummy."

(these won't always be long. since it's based on poem lines, some will be short, and others will be long. just saying. :-) -kalysto)