March 12, 2013
Luke told me to start keeping a journal,so I found an old notebook to do this in. Let’s see if it helps at all. Although, with my boring life, I won’t have loads to write, will I?
April 13, 2013
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I don’t know what to do without fucking everything up, what if it all goes wrong or I regret missing out, I’m gonna fuck it up either way. Why me?
“Mikey!”
Michael yelped as Luke hugged him out of nowhere, before laughing and patting what he could reach of Luke’s arms.
“Someone’s cuddly.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe I just missed you.”
“It’s Saturday, I saw you yesterday. Like, literally eighteen hours ago.”
“So?”
“Clingy boy.”
Luke huffed, squeezing Michael.
“You’re a clingy boy too, shut up.”
Michael smiled slightly, patting Luke’s arm again as the taller boy let go.
“So, what’s your reason for ambushing me while I’m in the grocery store getting cookies?”
Luke smiled, looking at the expansive wall of cookies next to them.
“Do you wanna come over?”
Michael narrowed his eyes, holding his cookies tighter.
“You have to get your own cookies.”
“But-”
“I’m not sharing.”
“But we’re best friends!”
Michael shook his head, walking towards the checkout.
“Look, Hemmings, I love you, but I wouldn’t give my own mother any of these cookies.”
“What if I pay you?”
Michael turned around, raising his eyebrows at Luke as he walked backwards.”
“Use that money to buy yourself cookies.”
Luke huffed, grabbing more cookies off the shelf and following Michael. They paid the three or so dollars each for their cookies before heading out, Luke looking at Michael.
“Did you walk here, or-”
Michael nodded in response to Luke’s question, adjusting the string on his hoodie so it wasn’t as uneven.
“Yeah, I only live like ten minutes away, so it wasn’t much of a problem.”
Luke smiled, grabbing Michael’s hand and pulling him over to Luke’s car.
“Well, I’m a lazy asshole, so I drove.”
Michael smiled as he got in the passengers’ seat, still cradling his precious cookies to his chest. They weren’t even amazing cookies in his opinion, he just really wanted to eat them and they weren’t horribly expensive for the box of them that he bought.
“How wonderful.”
“At least I can drive. Why are you cuddling your cookies anyway?”
Michael shifted uncomfortably, mumbling.
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He (Muke Fic)
FanfikceMichael was a boy, and that's all he wanted people to address him as, so why were they insisting on "she" and "her" and "Miss"? Why would only one person call him what he wanted? How was that fair?Please note that although I am writing Michael as a...
