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10 - secrets are for keeping

"Luke."
"Shh. I'm busy."
"Baby, I'm boOOOOOOORED."

Luke was entranced by iTunes, sitting at his desk and searching for songs frantically. Michael was seated behind him, fiddling with the hairs on the tip of Luke's neck. The blond in front of him was too busy to notice the fond gestures, but Michael needed to talk to Luke before he had to go home. Liz had allowed him to stay at Michael's house for a couple days, even though she was probably wise to the hickeys that peeped out from beneath the lining of his shirt-neck.

Michael sighed irritably. It was Sunday. That meant school the next day, and Luke wouldn't want to be all romantic in school. The redhead secretly was quite displeased at the fact that Luke didn't want to go public with him, but he understood that, obviously he had had bad experiences with homophobes in the past, so Luke would want to be cautious this time round.
But nevertheless, he did need to speak with him.

So he made sure Luke had closed the playlist before slamming the laptop shut and climbing onto Luke's lap. The taller gave a noise of protest but his eyes fluttered shut when Michael connected their lips. He pulled the older onto his lap further, noses bumping, hands in hair.

Michael had Luke's attention.

"It's almost our month anniversary thing, babe." Michael spoke against Luke, pulling away softly and looking intently at Luke.

Luke giggled bashfully, but he found it pretty funny how Michael treated it like Luke had forgotten. God, if he knew what the blond had planned...

"I know, Friday, right?" Luke mumbled.
"Yeah. Well, it's a month since I met you. I say met, more knocked unconscious on the sidewalk with the sheer force of my WALKING SPEED." Michael chuckled.

Luke laughed fondly at the memory, but shivered slightly when he remembered why he had been there in the first place. Michael felt the shudder and kissed Luke tentatively, pulling him onto the mattress.

Since he couldn't be romantic with Luke at school, he had to make up for that one way or another. If you catch his drift.

~

"For the last time Cal, he isn't ready! I'm not going to force him to do anything, I'm not THAT much of an ass, making him go public or anything."

Calum and Michael sat in the cafeteria, eating the pasta bake they had collected a couple minutes ago.

As they ate, talking about their classes (Luke had a different schedule to Michael's, causing their lunch times to be an hour apart. Michael couldn't do anything about it, but made sure to flip off the scheduling manager every time she walked by. Once she was turned around, of course), they began to talk about the Little Rascals.

"Dude, do you remember the film? I have seen that so many times I can LITERALLY quote it word for word." Calum said, singing the opening theme off key and loudly, causing a boy nearby to throw a napkin at Calum's face. Michael shouted with laughter and thanked the boy for getting him to shut up. He turned back to his friend and continued.

"It was okay, I guess. My favourite character was Waldo."

Calum grimaced and took on a fake posh American accent.
"My name is Waldo Aloysius Johnston the third." he mimicked, and they both burst out laughing.

Once their cackles subsided, Calum started speaking, a hint of a smile still in his voice.
"Oh, man, in all seriousness though, if I were Darla eating that cake thing and I found a ring, I would probably NOT find it and choke to death or something, I swear to God."

And just like that, Michael had the perfect plan for the anniversary.

Little did he know, Luke already had everything in place.