tattoos >> muke

4 - c h e s s

(a/n: I KNOW I SAY YOU CANT SEE THE SKYLINE BUT YOU GET THE IDEA FROM THAT PHOTO)

"Check-mate."
"Actually, to get check-mate your queen needs to be... here."

I nudged Luke's rook into place and Luke smirked.
"Isn't that cheating, Clifford? Technically, you can't touch my pieces."

"Shut up," I giddily chuckled, moving his pawn and looking at Luke, feigning seriousness. "I'm helping you."

Luke was sat on the floor of my apartment, which over looked the skyline, facing away from the buildings and instead over the bay. We were sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, playing chess (terribly) and drinking tea. It was pretty good, although all I could think of how it felt to hold Calum's hand, and how Luke was undeniably not interested.

Luke moved his piece and cleared his throat.
"So, uh, how come you were out so late last night?"
I giggled nervously, but reminded myself. Not interested. So I answered Luke, looking straight at the sky in his eyes as he looked at me over
"I had a date."

What is WITH THIS BOY and SPLURTING LIQUIDS ON ME?
I swear, he shot his tea at least a metre in front of him. I jumped back, yelping but laughing loudly as Luke spluttered and giggled, wiping the tea off his chin.

"You really need to stop letting me drink around you." Luke stammered, laughing nervously.

I nodded, still cackling, and pulled off my shirt, running into my room, pulling open the cream dressers and grabbing two random t-shirts before walking back to Luke.

His shirt was discarded on the floor and he was giggling nervously to no one in particular. I gulped and awkwardly cleared my throat, shifting from foot to foot at the sight of him sprawled out, shirtless, looking up at me expectantly.

I tossed him a fresh shirt as I pulled on my own, and he grabbed it gratefully and tugged it on. He looked so goddamn cute wearing my shirt, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck and nose the short hairs above his ears and whisper that I love him in his-

"Thanks for the shirt, Mikey."

Mikey. He called me Mikey. I am dead. Don't bother attending my funeral. I'm too far dead for that.

"Ah, it's no problem. W-why exactly did you uh, choke?"

He smiled awkwardly and raised his index finger to his nose, rubbing the tip with the side of his finger. It was pretty cute.

"I don't know, I just... didn't expect you to have a date."

I laughed, blushing obviously. "Do I not look like I could get a date?"

He shook his head quickly, his eyes widening so I could see across oceans.
"No- of course not. Listen, I know I seemed kind of cocky and gave off a pretty ass-holey vibe in the tattoo place but I'm not, I promise. I just, didn't expect you to find someone so quickly."

I looked out the window instead of answering, waiting for him to continue.

"So tell me more! If we're going to be friends, I want to know alllllll about your love life." Luke grinned like a little boy, coming forward to rest on his elbows and look at me expectantly.

Friends.
Friends.
Friends.

That word fucked me up bad.

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Luke's POV:

Friends.
Friends.
Friends.

That word leaving my lips fucked me up real bad. Real. Real bad.