(((just pretend those are like video tapes of Michael okay? you'll get it later on. . .)))
Michael tried to sleep, even in Luke's arms he couldn't. Michael over all, did have a good day, he got luke back. all he wanted was luke, luke to save him and make him forget about aden. Michael wanted to wake up to luke every morning, see his bright blue eyes every day, feel his touch, oh how he craved luke in every way.
to Michael luke wasn't real, how could he be? how could someone so perfect like luke be real? Michael wanders if he even deserves luke. Michael thinks luke needs someone way better than him, but luke doesn't want anyone else. luke thinks Michael is his everything and he won't fail to make him happy. he'll take care of Michael till he no longer can, through everything.
ashton was on Michael's mind, Michael tried to picture ashton smiling and laughing, he tried to picture the two watching silly Disney movies and eating pizza. but he couldn't. all he could see was ashton in that hospital bed. he just wants to hear his voice, the last he heard ashton was scared and weak, fear in his eyes that night, and anger towards aden.
Michael can't think straight. why ashton? ashton is a good man, a great one at that, and Michael thinks it's absolute bullshit. Ashton doesn't deserve to slowly rot away in a hospital, if he doesn't make it. Ashton should be home, aggravating Michael about every little thing he does. Michael missed ashton being so bossy and over-protective. he never knew how much he'd miss something when it's practically gone.
Michael suddenly missed watching the old re-runs of the teenage mutant ninja turtles, even though he tends to like the new version better. he misses hearing that laugh ashton has, it would echo throughout the whole house.
the house. Michael remembers checking it out with ashton, he didn't wanna leave Ashton's bed when they were living together in that one bedroom apartment, but ashton make him come. Michael instantly fell in love with this house, like the white one on that hill. Michael imagined him and ashton living here, finally staring a life, far away from where they once were.
it seems like every time things get better, it all comes crashing down.
"Michael?" Michael heard luke say in a tired groggy voice.
"hm?" Michael hummed.
"are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Michael said, at least he didn't say fine, then he'd definitely be lying, okay just seemed to fit.
luke nodded, he sighed, making Michael feel his hot breath on the back of his neck which sent shivers down his spine. Luke's slightest touch made Michael feel many of things.
Michael looked at the clock next to his bed and read 1:24 am. this is going to be a long night, he already knows.
"good-morning kitten," luke said happily as he brightly smiled in Michael's face.
Michael groaned and turned the other way so he wasn't facing luke, but worse, the bright sun that shines through the light curtains. Michael wined and roughly grabbed a pillow, setting it on his head and holding it tight.
"oh cmon Mikey, don't you wanna see ashton today?"
not really, Michael thought to himself.
"what's the point?" Michael asked luke with his head still buried into his pillow, luke could barely hear him, so he took the pillow away from Michael's face and threw it across the room.
"the point is, ashton wants to see you. maybe he'll hold your hand back, or wake up? who knows? you'll have to go to find out. he needs your support," luke sighed, sitting next to Michael who was know covering his face with his hands, "besides, me you and Calum are going to finish painting the house today after we all visit ash. he needs us Michael."
