•Luke•
I was late that day. I blamed Michael entirely for keeping me up until 3am on the phone but I didn't regret anything. The first thing I did that day was sign in late, before defeatedly trudging to music class and slumping down in my seat.
"Hey Lucas," I heard the familiar sound of Michael's voice and my face lit up as I turned to face him.
"Hi," I squeaked, "I actually hate you for keeping me up till 3am." I joked.
"You love it," he teased, poking my shoulder, "I was late too. My mum yelled at me for getting up so late." he sighed and I made the 'aw' shape with my mouth but no sound came out.
"I had pancakes for breakfast," I giggled, "I had maple syrup on them."
"That's disgusting!" Michael exclaimed, a sour look on his face, "golden syrup all the way."
"Same difference," I shrugged and his eyes went wide.
"No, they're completely different!" and with that we started one of our silly little arguments that I secretly loved because I enjoyed seeing Michael get so worked up about maple syrup, the way he frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair.
I actually enjoyed that lesson very much.
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After that lesson we had chemistry which was boring because Michael wasn't there and numerous people had decided to tease me about random stuff like they always did. It made me feel like shit that they picked up on things like my pink bracelet that Macy had given me which I loved and refused to take off.
"Luke?" Calum said, breaking me out of my trance as he looked over my shoulder at my book, "Luke you haven't done any work."
"I'm tired, I kind of want to go home," I sighed, burying my head in my hands. I wanted to go home and hide from the world for as long as I possibly could, instead of being in this hellhole of judgement. So I decided to fake being ill and went home.
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A few hours later I found myself sat with my laptop scrolling through Tumblr and Twitter, ignoring the stupid tears that were falling down my cheeks.
I'm so fucking lame and weak. I thought to myself, choking out the tears and angrily wiping at them as I threw my laptop to the side and tugged at my hair with my hands. I didn't understand why I was suddenly letting all my emotions in and it was overwhelming.
It was 3pm and my phone was ringing as I tried to calm down, yet I still found myself with the phone to my ear.
"Luke? Luke are you okay?" Michael's voice said worriedly from the other end. Shit.
"I'm um- I'm- I'm fine," I choked, quickly drying my eyes and clearing my throat.
"No, you're not," Michael replied and I could hear fumbling in the background.
"Yes I am," I snapped, desperately not wanting him to think I was weak.
"Can I come round? I want to make sure you're alright," Michael mumbled. I wasn't about to turn that offer down.
"Yeah, okay, I'll text you my address." I smiled weakly at the phone as I hung up and texted him my address. Next thing I did was yank off my flower crown and hide it under the bed, making sure that Michael wouldn't be able to see the fabric.
I then proceeded to fix my hair, which took a total of 5 minutes to get it looking okay and then I checked my outfit. I didn't exactly want to change because he would get suspicious so I just fixed my t shirt and put on a brave face when I heard the doorbell go.
I ran downstairs and opened the door to reveal Michael in a... well a rather tight t shirt, making my eyes go wide as I smiled at him.
"Hey," Michael pulled me towards him in a hug and I could feel my heart speed up as I hugged him back, tight. He buried his head into my neck and I never wanted the hug to end.
"Hi," I said leaning on the doorframe.
"Can I come in or..." Michael asked awkwardly and I nervously laughed as I pulled him inside the house and upstairs.
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a/n ;))
~Teddy
