5sos boyxboy texts

Updated - Part two

Updated!

So, here's this! I'm gonna change this from being a text one-shot to being a literate, story one. I like the idea, honestly. Much better than some in this book ;-;

Sigh.

Here we go.

::muke:: ::scared::

Michael watches a scary movie alone and underestimates just how much of a pussy he is.

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Michael tapped his foot against the slightly cluttered floor of his tiny, much-too-dark bedroom and mentally cursed his past self for watching that goddamn movie. The phone smushed against the side of his face was really getting him nowhere, but he honestly wasn't surprised. It was coming up four in the morning, surely Luke wouldn't still be awake--

"Mike? What's wrong?"

The hoarse voice on the other end of the line caused the elder boy to jump a little, eyes catching a shadow in the corner of his room before they turned back to his lap. There was nothing scary about his knees. "Luke, thank fuck," he breathed, the tapping of his foot subsiding slightly as did his nerves. Sorta. "I did something stupid."

In hindsight, that probably wasn't the best nor was it a very clever way to begin a phone call at this time of night, and Michael learned that when came the shuffling and thuds on the other end of the line-- for sure sounds that Luke was attempting to get dressed or something in his barely awake haze, mind probably still baffled as fuck but ready to help. Could you blame him for being confused, though? Michael winced, shaking his head a little and tugging his lower lip between his teeth for just a moment before he spoke again. "No, no. Um, not.. Not /bad/ stupid.. Just.. /stupid/ stupid."

There was a pause in the shuffling, and then a little sigh. Luke had probably caught onto what had happened, as truthfully, this wasn't the first time Michael had 'accidentally' scared the shit out of himself even when he knew he couldn't handle it. The blond could be heard getting back into bed, and there was a short yawn over the line before he finally spoke again. "Which movie was it this time?"

Pale fingers twitched against even paler knees, and Michael briefly wondered if he should just man up and put down the phone. But when he heard Luke's encouraging hum come through alongside a little murmur of 'it's okay, Mikey,' his resolve shattered and he couldn't /help/ but continue the call. His mind raced around all the possible answers he could give, because frankly, the movie he'd watched wasn't even that scary, but it was still managing to linger on in his brain. A soft exhale managed to escape his lips and he spoke, voice quiet and almost timid, not wanting to wake anyone up. "Uh, it was 'Annabelle.' Ash recommended it to me and, um.. I thought I could handle it.."

There was a slight chuckle over the line and Michael felt his cheeks heat up. He must seem like a right child, scared by a goddamn movie. It was a wonder Luke stayed with him, honestly. Tad dramatic, but it's how the elder viewed their relationship in these times. "Baby, you know those things aren't real, right?", came the voice of the blond. His tone was soft, soothing even. It evened out the tremor in Michael's hands and he nodded. Remembering Luke could not /see/ him, he then spoke. "I-I know. But, um.. Yeah. I'm sorry for waking you, I'll just--"

"Mikey," the younger sighed, and Michael could almost see him shaking his head in disapproval, to which his cheeks flushed even more. "You don't need to apologise, okay? Do you want me to come over?"