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dedicated to @5SOS1975 because comments but also as a sorry for taking so long to update whoops.

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michael doesn't get any sleep that night, because his mind was too busy telling his heart that they weren't going to forgive luke when he showed up on michael's doorstep. not right away. not after everything he put michael through. then again, michael was also trying to decided whether or not he just wanted to hide out at calum's and eat mac'n'cheese while watching gilmore girls on netflix the entire day. in all honesty, option number two was starting to look real nice.

luke doesn't get much sleep that night either-he was too busy figuring out what he had to say in order to win michael back to even think about sleeping. maybe he wouldn't even say anything, and just kiss him when he opened the door.

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"fuck, okay, get it together, michael."

michael paces around his bedroom, probably wearing out the carpet as he paces from end to end. he tugs at his hair, smooths it down, then tugs at it again. he shouldn't have said yes to coffee. he should not have said yes to coffee. he shouldn't have picked up the phone. he should have ignored luke's call. should have let it go to voicemail. should have done anything other than pick it up and say yes to coffee. he doesn't even like coffee anymore-not since the fall out back in december.

what was i thinking? michael stands in front of a mirror, anxiously smoothing down the creases in his faded green day shirt before taking it off and replacing it with an equally faded, black sweater. the words YOU COMPLETE MEss were printed down the front, though they were cracked and worn to the point where they were getting hard to read. the sweater wasn't even his, really. it was one thing among many that luke left behind. michael doesn't remember how it got to the top of the pile of clothes in his closet, but he didn't feel like getting changed again, either. so he left it.

the clock on the wall chimes ten, which means luke will be there in less than two hours. and that thought alone makes michael panic, so he wanders into the living room in hopes that all the pacing would quell the rapid beat of his heart. the television was still on from the last time he'd watched reruns of criminal minds, which had to be well over a month and a half ago, because he hadn't been in the living room since. (he'd hardly been anywhere but his room, work, and calum's kitchen in over six months, now that he thought of it. which probably wasn't healthy, to say the least.) there were rectangles faded into the paint on the wall from where picture frames no longer hung, and the photographs on the coffee table and window sills were turned face-down. the room felt incredibly stagnant and awkward, so much so that it was almost suffocating. and michael recalls the empty, unlived-in feeling to the place to be the reason he stopped spending time there.

flipping from channel to channel, he takes to nervously tapping his foot against the floor. every fifteen minutes or so, he would get up from the couch, look through the peep hole in the front door, and then tug at his hair in aggravation before sitting back down and repeating the cycle.

screw this, he thinks, i'm going to calum's. it's nearly a quarter to noon, now, and there's still no sign of luke. there is no reason michael needs to feel this way-panicky and trapped. he doesn't even need to actually go with luke. there is no use in reopening old wounds.

after checking to make sure he has his phone, keys, and wallet, he laces up his shoes and pulls a beanie over his hair. then, he steps out of the apartment, locks the door, and runs smack-dab into one luke hemmings.

fuck.

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oH MAN OH MAN HOW ARE YOU GUYS IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE UPDATED I AM SO SORRY.

so basically things should start rolling from here maybe yes i hope so???

anyways, tell me what you all think, maybe? i hope it's okay? yes okay i hope you all have/had a fantastic day/week and that finals weren't absolutely killer. (we just had ours here in CA and i just about cried ugh.)

stay golden.

-rebekka