muke//kissing in the rain

chapter 5

(Italics is what Luke's written in his notebook)

It would be delightful if I were to wake up to the sun shining in through the shades of my window, the lights reflecting onto the floor. Instead I woke up to my phone having a spazzing attack on my bedside table. It was making a ding sound every 3 seconds and I was ready to smash it against the wall. I groaned and pulled the white sheets closer to my long, skinny frame and reached for the offender itself. I rubbed harshly at my eyes before squinting at the screen, adjusting the the bright light filling my bedroom. As my vision steadied, a small banner appeared at the top of the screen

*34 unread messages from mikeyy😻*

I giggled and chewed on my chapped lips. I would be excited if he texted me once, but he texted me 34 times. In a row. I'm ecstatic. A few more messages came in.

Mikeyy😻: Lucas

Mikeyy😻: lucifer

Mikey😻: assbutt

I rolled over on my stomach and texted back immediately.

Luke: greetings.

Mikeyy😻: ABOUT TIME LUCIFER

Luke: I am not Satan

Luke: please discontinue calling me lucifer

Mikeyy😻: whatever you sayyyy....

Mikeyy😻: lucifer 👹

Luke: not that I don't love people waking me up at the crack of dawn but why did you spam me and what do you want.

Mikeyy😻: k 1. It's not the crack of dawn it's like 9am , 2. ouch. That heart my heart Lucas.

Luke: awh soweey😭 and well 9am is basically the middle of the night so stfu

Mikeyy😻: whatever

Oh shit did I piss him off? Maybe he thought I was actually being rude and he's decided I'm not worth his time... Maybe he thinks I'm actually a whiny bitch. Maybe he-

Mikeyy😻: anywho, I'm bored and today's my day off. I was wondering if you wanted to go get some coffee?

I squealed and kicked my legs off the mattress.

Luke: YES!

Luke: sorry my phone accidentally put that in caps haha I'm not actually THAT excited

Yes actually I am that excited.

Mikeyy😻: nice save:P and cool, meet me at Starbucks at 10!

I smiled so wide I thought my face would bust. I peeled the sheets off of my body and got up to the mirror, taking in my appearance. I'm only wearing boxers at the moment, so I need to get ready. I looked at Michael's text again. Starbucks at 10. Fuck, it's already 20 after 9! I ran to the bathroom and hoped in the shower, wasting no time to think about oblivion, like I usually do in the shower, and got straight to business.

My room was currently a giant pile of shirts. I decided to go for black skinny jeans, (as always) and my white converse. But I had no idea what shirt to wear. Jesus I'm just going to get coffee with a friend, no big deal. But this is the boy I've been infatuated with for months. Even though this were strictly friends, I'm still determined to look my best. Though I could never match his perfection.

I stood up and frowned at the contents of my wardrobe. "I have like, no clothes!" I yelled in frustration, staring at the humongous pile of shirts in the middle of my floor. I plucked up a blue and white plaid flannel and jogged to the bathroom to do my hair. After 5 minutes of styling, I was somewhat satisfied with my overall look. I actually thought I looked pretty dapper, if I do say so myself.

I basically ran to the coffee shop, not Wasting any more time. I wanted to be a little early. I pushed open the glass door, and plopped down in a seat by the window, nervously fiddling with my clothes. Then I saw Michael making his way up to the door and I almost fainted. He was wearing a black and white baseball tee with the word "idiot" across the chest, black jeans and a pair of black beat up converse. His hair was like feathers atop his head. I bet he doesn't have to style it. It's so fluffy and all over the place. He casually looked around the venue, searching for me I assume. Then our eyes met the corners of his mouth curled up into the cutest smile I've ever seen.

I hopped up from where I was seated to greet Michael. I decided to bring a notebook and pen instead of using Maria. ( I named the text reader on my phone Maria, judge me) I didn't really want to draw any unwanted attention.

"Hey dude!" Michael spoke with happiness in his voice. His mood was contagious because I soon found myself smiling and nodding at him. We both ordered our coffee and seated ourselves across from each other in leather chairs. "Sorry for waking you up, I'm always up around 7 and was quick to assume you'd also be awake." He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. I pulled a pencil out of the pocket of my thick fall jacket and started to scratch the paper with my horrible printing.

You owe me big time for that, buddy. A growing boy needs his beauty sleep

He read the paper and laughed "beauty sleep, hey? Every night I go to sleep at 5am and get up 7 and I'm looking great." He said in a feminine voice and flicked his non-existent long hair. I leaned forward in the chair and took the notebook in my hands again. He can be this chipper off 2 hours of sleep? Isn't that impossible? Never mind that. He deserves a prize for looking this amazing after barely getting any rest.

We've talking here for 3 hours about everything from music, to our interests, to Obama and I'm surprised the barista hasn't kicked us out. Michael and I know a lot about each other now and he's so intriguing.. And he has no problem with me not speaking, which is great too. He tossed the notebook onto the coffee table and stuffed his head in his hands, shaking with laughter. He looked back up to my eyes. "you literally threw up on them?"

Yep. I was so excited that I got all the books I wanted for my birthday in paperback that I accidentally coated them with vomit. They were destroyed. I did get replacements but it was still embarrassing.

He read the words and laughed even harder, tears sprung to his eyes. He got strange looks from middle-aged women. He noticed and just got louder to piss them off, snorting and banging his fists off the table like a caveman.

Pipe down, clifford, it's not that funny!

He read it then let out another series of cackles. A lady behind him started muttering something under her breath about "some teens need to be put in a cage. Who would let that riffraff out in public?" My eyes widened at her arrogance and Michael fake gasped and placed a hand over his heart. He got up to throw out our garbage and "accidentally" spilled his refresher over her silk blouse. He turned around to face her, "Oh, ma'am, I'm terribly sorry about that. I should, ya know, probably be put in a cage. Riffraff like me shouldn't be allowed out in public!" He said the last bit with annoyance clear in his voice, his teeth gritted.

Her mouth formed a perfect 'o' shape as she grabbed her purse. "C'mon Geoffrey," she gestured to the 7 year old next to her that was doubled over laughing his head off. "We're leaving!" She announced and stuck up her nose, dragging the poor youngster in her wake. Michael smirked and fell back to the chair. I tried to hold it in but I couldn't. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting my laughter fill the cafe. As soon as I realized my position I clasped my hands to my mouth, looking around nervously.

Michaels face was full of wonder and awe as he stared at me, saying nothing. I was worried.

Did I do something wrong?

"Um no, you didn't. Your laugh is amazing." He spoke lightly, still staring into my eyes.

I bit my lip and looked down at the notebook. I've opened up to Michael in the past 13 hours more then I have to anyone in my entire existence. I get a nice feeling when I'm around him, like he appreciates me the I way I appreciate him. Well, not exactly the way I appreciate him, but you catch my drift. But I'm not ready to talk. Not yet. But it won't be too long.