Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Twenty Seven

sooo... How is everyone? I hope you like it >.<

Michael

"Luke?"

Luke hummed in response, lifting his head a little and looking at me. We were laying on the double slide we were on before, now simply stargazing.

"How did you know?"

"You told me."

"No, I mean before you came, you knew I was trying to get over you. How did you know?"

"I've, um, I've been reading the diary since we broke up. Just checking up on you, you know. You really scared me when you said you were going to let yourself die. Please, please never do that again."

"Why didn't you come?"

"What do you mean? I'm here, aren't I?"

"No, before. Why didn't you come and stop me?"

"Michael, I didn't know what time of day you wrote it. It could have been hours earlier or hours later. Who knows, you could have even mis-dated it. How could I stop you if it might have been done already? Besides, according to the entry," he whispered, leaning in close to me, "I was already there."

"Luke..." I said slowly, trying not to think of how close we were and what I could do.

"What, babe?" I blushed at the nickname. "You're cute."

I continued blushing. "Thanks."

"So what was it?"

I propped my head up on my elbow and looked in his beautifully blue eyes. "I love you, a lot."

"I thought we already established this earlier," he chuckled.

"I know, but it feels good to say it once in a while."

"It feels good to hear it," he replied, showing me that gorgeous smile once again. "I love you, Michael." He rolled over and kissed me again, making me giggle for some reason. "You know, I could spend all day watching you."

"What, a staring contest?" I asked, smiling.

"Not exactly." Luke smirked. "Your eyes are beautiful, but they're not the only thing I would be looking at."

My eyes widened and I laughed again, my face even redder than it was before. It was like I couldn't control my cheeks around him, just like my mind, my heart, and other parts of my body. "Well, I would like a different day for each part of you," I responded. "A day to look in your eyes, a day to run my hands through your hair, a day watching your laugh and your smile and your adorable little dimple." Luke smiled at this, giving an example to my words. "I want a day to boop your nose, and another one to just stare at you shirtless. And that last day? I think you know where I'm going with this."

"Oh, my." He wiggled his eyebrows and nipped at my neck.

"Luke..."

"Yes, Mikey?"

"I'm ready."

Luke's face suddenly got serious. He was still smiling, but it wasn't an amused smile anymore. It was... a beautiful smile, a sincere smile, but not laughing, not exited, not having fun, just... content. "Are you sure?" he asked, brow furrowing. "I think missing me has made you... You know."

"I'm sure, Luke."

He kissed my cheek and sat up. "I don't know, this isn't the best place... I mean, it's a public playground. Children will be here in the morning."

I snickered. "I didn't mean right now. Just... whenever. The next time the moment is right, I don't want to ruin it."

"Well that's considerate of you."