Michaels pov:
I sat in Luke's car as he got out from the passenger side and was greeted by his family. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I knew it wasn't too good. At least his aunt accepts him for him.
"Mikey!!!!!" I heard a tiny human life form scream opening up the passenger side door. She was tiny.
"Hi I'm lilia!" She shouted with excitement. "And your Lukey's boyfriend right?"she said hugging my torso.
I blushed at the little girls words. She was so innocent and I loved how she didn't care that we were two boys in love all she saw was two people who liked each other a lot.
"Yes I am." I smiled hugging her back.
"C'mon! Let's go play tea party!" She shouted jumping out of the car.
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*2 hours later*
"C'mon Lilia we've been playing tea party for two hours, I think it's time for bed." Luke said standing up from the tiny chairs we were sitting in.
"Awh!" She whined.
"Luke is right sweety, let's go get you washed up." Her mother said picking her up and walking her upstairs.
I followed Luke into the living room and sat next to him as he plopped down on the couch.
"Are you alright Luke?" I asked putting my arm around him as he sighed into my side.
"No." He said letting a single tear escape his eye.
"Don't cry Lukey please." I said holding him tighter. "Everything will be alright."
"How?" He asked sounding offended. "The reporters are on my case, my parents disowned me, I can't just live with my aunt Sarah forever and things are just going to get worse from here on out." He angrily cried.
"Luke I will always be here for you." I said trying to calm him down. I rubbed the back of his head and he started to relax. "Please don't leave me like Jane did." He sobbed into my chest. My heart broke along with his. I knew what how he felt and I knew he was referring back to when I was in the hospital. "I promise you I'm not going anywhere." I said trying to hold my tears back but failing miserably at it. "I love you." I whispered kissing his forehead.
"I love you too Michael,"
"More than anything."
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A/n: short short short
Let it simmer
more is to come -Camie
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BREATH • muke •
Acak"He makes me feel different. The good kind of different. The kind of different that doesn't make me feel like I'm alone. Almost like he understands how I feel." "He's like a breath of fresh air in this polluted society and I can't get enough of him...
