Pranks | Muke

Chapter Ten

-Michael's point of view-

After leaving Ashton's house, Luke and I decided to go straight to Luke's. Of course I texted my parents about where I was going to spend the night, and they were more than happy to agree. It was new for me to be friends with anyone besides Calum. But, saying that, Luke is not yet technically my friend.

As we got closer to the house, I began to recognise the street where Luke lived. The two of us walked in silence, but I began to grow bored so I started swinging my hand side to side, moving Luke's too.

"What are you doing?" A smirk played at Luke's lips as he noticed our arms swaying.

"Making this walk less boring." I said, speeding up the pace of my arm. "You're a really boring person."

A look of offense crossed Luke's face, "no I'm not!" He shoved my arm. Once again, Luke failed at hitting me softly enough as I was caught off guard and ended up falling in a nearby bush, pulling the blonde with me. "You deserved that."

I layed there peacefully, getting used to Luke always being so close to my face. That was until I noticed a stinging nettle next to my head. I flinched, being extremely scared of being touched by the horrible plant, but then a thought occured in my mind. "I did?" I spoke, making sure to hold eye contact with Luke in case he saw me picking the stinging nettle.

"Yes." Luke rolled his eyes.

"Well," I lifted up the plant between my fingers, holding the stalk to make sure I would not get stung of course, and moved it towards Luke's handcuffed hand. "You deserve this."

The stinging nettle lightly brushed the top of Luke's hand, earning a yelp come from the boy. He yanked his hand towards his face, pulling mine with him, and looked horrified at the little bumps growing on his hand from the sting. I had to hold in my laughter at his pain. "Fuck," Luke continued to panic over his sore hand.

"Are you okay?" I spoke in a baby voice. Luke turned to glare at me, face showing anger and trepidation over the pain.

"Y-you fucked my hand up! What did you do? I know if was you, it hurts to fucking-" Luke began, clutching his hand for dear life.

"Calm down." I interrupted. "I'm just messing with you, don't cry over it."

"You're a jerk," Luke sniffed, still gaping at his hand. "What kind of banter is that?"

"My kind." I said, "Now can we please stand up from this bush?" I felt twigs poking at my skin.

"Not until you kiss my hand better." Luke frowned, pulling his hand up to my lips.

Laughing, I shook my head. I pushed myself up from the ground, only to be tugged back down by a peeved looking Luke. "Luke, no! It'll probably sting my lips."

"Even better." Luke didn't stop frowning, the nettle having probably stung away his annoying happiness.

Figuring Luke wouldn't live it down if I objected again, I gave in. And not that I would admit it, but a part of me wanted to kiss him again. Even if it was his sore hand.

So, after sighing miserably, I leant closer to the blonde's hand and puckered my lips. I squeezed my eyes closed, then felt myself kissing Luke's hand. The stinging sensation appeared upon my own lips, causing me to pull away and grimace at the horrible feeling. "Okay," I breathed, "happy now?"

"I suppose," Luke looked down, his cheeks a light shade of pink. I nearly smiled at the way I made him blush.

"Good," I wiped my lips nonchalantly, "can we get out of his bush now?"