hate || lh + mc

thing six:

" i hate it when you lie."

"michael," luke began, peeking his head through the door.

green eyes looked at luke, the rims red, pupils dilated significantly.

"h-hey princess," he slurred drunkenly.

luke shuffled into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. he caught the trace of alcohol on michael's lips when he leaned in closer, redredred lips beckoning for a kiss.

"no, mikey. what's wrong? why've you been crying?" he whispered, placing a hand on michael's bare knee, rubbing in small circles around the pale skin.

luke hadn't seen michael cry since high school when he found out his dog had died.

"i wasn't-t. what- what are you t-t-talkin-" michael hiccupped loudly. "what are you talking about, babyboy?" michael's fingers wrapped around luke's slim waist, pulling him onto his lap.

luke could smell the marijuana drifting off of his clothes.

it was a sour, bitter, nasty smell that he hated.

"michael clifford, you said you wouldn't do that stuff anymore."

"what are you on about? i-i've done n- i've done.. what was i saying?"

luke groaned, throwing his hands up and getting off of his lover's lap.

"'m so sick of you lying about these things! you can tell me anything, baby. you know that.." he shouted, his voice wavering at the end.

"i know, baby. i'm sorry.."