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don't even know
... (:
*time skip to the end of the week bc Im a lazy fucker and I cba to write school bc no one giVES A SHIT*
•Luke•
"No we're fucking not!" Michael exclaimed when Macy and I suggested having a few mates round. It was now Friday and the whole week had been filled with Michael and I being a lot more handsy with each other although we hadn't actually done anything else other than kissing because we just hadn't had the time. But the other thing was that I was getting better. I wasn't hurting myself as much anymore but I didn't want to get the purple haired boy's hopes up.
"Please? I like Macy's friends," I whined, "please Mikey?" I wrapped my arm round him and looked at him pleadingly.
"Fine," Michael sighed, "you're lucky you're cute." he added in a murmur, making me giggle and clap my hands excitedly.
"Dude, you are whipped," Macy giggled, "jokes, jokes, I'm not gonna be that guy."
"Do you even-" Michael started.
"No but I sound cool so shut up," Macy laughed, "so can I like, invite people round? We can go to like, Calum's right? Or mine, I don't mind..."
"No, we can go to my mate Ashton's," Michael said boredly, clearly a little pissed that we were making him see other humans besides us for once. He fiddled with his eyebrow piercing, staring at the wall as if in a trance, his lips parted slightly and a breath got caught in my throat.
"Okay, you call him, I'll call some people," Macy grinned.
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•Michael•
And so, we went to the 'low-key' party. Stupid idea, my mind spoke, because Luke met Ashton.
The minute Luke saw the curly haired older boy, he went all heart-eyes-emoji on him, engaging in annoying conversation about football or some shit which Luke didn't even like, Luke giggling adorably and Ashton giggling obnoxiously. We were all sat in a circle, the music playing in the background as Ashton and Luke babbled on in my right ear as if they wanted to make me pissed off and Macy was to my left chatting away to some girls about hair extensions or some shit. I'd much rather be at home with ice cream crying because Theo James will never love me, I said inwardly, sighing in frustration. I leant backwards in the sofa, scanning my eyes round the room, locking eyes with Calum Hood. The guy Luke ranted to me about on a regular basis, saying how utterly boring he was. Well I certainly felt b o r e d.
"Mikey are you okay?" Luke whispered into my ear. It was taking all I had not to make it obvious that he was mine but I was 'straight' so it would be 'weird' and people would 'judge'.
"No," I mumbled, gesturing for him to follow me into the kitchen. He frowned and trailed after me like a cute little lost puppy.
"What's wrong?" Luke asked innocently.
•Luke•
"You think Ashton's cute, huh?" Michael whispered through gritted teeth, slowly backing me towards the wall.
"No," I squeaked, "are you j-"
"Do you think he's hot?" Michael growled, by now I was almost against the wall.
"No, Michael it's-" it's only you, I tried to say but he was already kissing my neck, pushing me up against the wall and making me go silent.
"Do you think he can make you feel good?" he whispered hotly against my skin as he sucked harshly at my neck, once, twice, three times leaving marks all over my neck.
"N-no," I breathed, my heart beating hard as he kissed the marks.
"Now he'll know you're mine," Michael whispered right by my ear making my eyes go wide.
"M-Michael it's so obvious, th-they don't even know I'm gay let alone dating you," I panicked, pouting at him.
"I don't care," he mumbled, kissing my lips shortly, then kissing me again a little harder, a little deeper, his tongue tracing my bottom lip as his hands travelled to my thighs. Suddenly, I liked how dominant he was being and I didn't care that he had marked me up. Michael lifted my legs round his waist and my arms rested on his shoulder, bringing my bottom lip between his teeth as he pressed me against the wall, my legs still wrapped tight round his waist as I moaned softly and unintentionally.
"W-We should get back... in there," I panted, kissing him
shortly.
"You look so pretty wearing my marks," Michael whispered, "but you'd look even prettier wearing nothing but my marks."
"Are you sexually frustrated?" I giggled, my legs still clinging round his waist.
"Maybe," Michael laughed, reluctantly allowing my feet to feel the ground. I giggled, still completely flustered, so much so that I forgot to fix mine and Michael's make out hair, meaning that we walked back into the room with all eyes on us, making me blush.
"Did you two just-" Macy started in a
whisper and I nodded discreetly, "why did he leave the marks so obvious?" I blushed and covered them up.
Stupid Michael and his stupid lips.
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a/n short but sweet am I rite or am I rite
sigh
~Teddy
