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10.Don't let me down

☆Don't let me down☆

A/N: First of all, Happy new year! Well, it's not new year's here yet, so I have plenty of time to write. Now this reached 200+ reads so wow, thank you so much! People actually read this, and I don't know why it feels weird. Anyway, thanks! Hope you all have a good time today!

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Not that it matters to the dorks, but they were making out in the middle of the hallway, which well, was risky. But you know, that risk added more passion and romance to the whole situation. Michael was on top of Luke, kissing him like there wasn't a tomorrow. 

Luke bit Michael's lip so hard that it was bleeding, and the moans continued to escape from the boy's mouth.

Michael felt a tighness in his pants, but he decided to ignore that and continue making out with his blonde ''friend''. The ball rung, and Michael stood up quickly, fixing his clothes and hair. ''Only friends, Hemmings, keep that in mind'' And he walked away, after he said that with his usual attitude, not caring about anything. He was hurting Luke, and he knew he did, that was the reason of him escaping of Luke each time.

But he couldn't escape his blue eyes. Those eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he couldn't also escape the taste of those lips.. He couldn't think clearly, but he hurried his way on the messy hallways, to get to his History class.

Luke never felt so sad in his life. Well maybe once, when his girlfriend broke up with him, but that was in the past. He now liked someone else. And that someone was Michael Clifford. And that was the problem..

He also fixed his hair and clothes, but then he spotted all of the hickeys Michael had left on him. Not only on his neck, also on his arms. He couldn't attend to class like that. Luckly for him, it wasn't that hot, so he just grabbed a random sweater that he found around, and put it on. The only problem was his neck. He decided to cover it with his hand by pretending to scratch it.

He couldn't forget the experience of having Michael on top of him, Moaning and smirking at him. He felt depressed. But again, a Hemming's doesn't give up. He planned on meeting Michael outside school and inviting him to a coffee. Was it a date? He didn't even know, he just wanted to set things clear between them.

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A tiresome evening for Michael, since he hated Monday's and all of the subjects he had that day. He was glad that day had ended, and was eager to go home and relax a little bit, maybe getting drunk and smoking a little bit.

He intended to go home, but someone grabbed his arm from behind. ''You are coming with me, coffee now.'' He knew that voice. He turned around and met with those damn blue eyes.. He couldn't reject that offer. Free coffee, after all. Yay.

The two of them walked towards Starbucks, with an akward silence. Luke of course, as always, broke that silence. ''Michael. What do you want from me?'' 

That surprised Michael, since he stopped walking and stared at the blonde. ''A coffee.'' He said, of course, being sarcastic. Luke lost it "You think you can use me as a toy?! You think you can just make out with me and then leave!? Well Michael, let me tell you something you probably don't know, people have feelings!'' He yelled, losing his mind, out of breath.

''You don't know me. You don't. Don't judge me.'' The white-haired boy replied, with such calmness that was shocking. 

''You are right. I don't know you. And I don't intend to do so. Fuck this shit'' Luke said, walking away fast. Guess there wasn't coffee for you Michael.

What could Michael possibly do? He was a mess up. He knew he had fucked things up. But they weren't dating, so was there anything to ruin? The only thing Michael wanted to ruin was his conscience. Nothing else. He went to the nearest supermarket, and got with his fake ID, some vodka. He wanted to get wasted so badly. And he did so. 

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Luke got home crying, slamming his bedroom door with all of his force. Liz tried to talk to him, but it was useless. Hemmings never, ever, felt so bad. He felt worthless, because someone didn't like him.

It was probably 4 AM, but Luke didn't care. He was going to skip school. So fuck it. He was in his kitchen, drinking some water trying to cool his head. He heard some strong knocks on the door. He was scared to answer, but then he heard a familiar voice..

''Lukeyyyyyyy! I miss you! Fuck me!'' 

Of course, Michael being a fool as always. But this time, he was drunk. And Luke realized that. There was no way Michael could say that sober. He sighed, stood up from the kitchen chair, and opened the door. He saw Michael resting on the street screaming things that didn't make sense. Why do I even have feelings for this thing..

He helped Michael stand up, threw the bottle of vodka he had brought, and helped him to sit on the couch. It was easier than he expected, since Michael was really tired. Liz came down and saw the situation, and insisted on helping but Luke managed to convince that everything was going to be okay. 

When he finished disscusing with his mother, he went back to the couch, were Michael was laughing. What a horrible situation. Luke needed to get Michael to bed, so he could get some sleep and feel better. He tried to make Michael get up from the couch, but he couldn't.

''Come on Michael! Help me out here!'' He yelled in frustration, but again, it was useless.

He didn't expected an answer, but he got it anyway. ''Cuddle with me. Now''

Luke stayed there, frozen. They say drunk people have sober thoughts right... What if.. Michael was saying the truth?

And he did cuddle with him. His head was resting on top of Michael's chest, and he could feel Michael's vodka breath. The couch was small, but it was comfortable being there with Michael. So close, but yet so far away. 

''Michael..'' He whispered ''Don't let me down.. Please'' And so, he fell asleep.