breathing [muke af]

ne me trouvez pas

ne me trouvez pas

“We’re finding someone to do the online edition next month, but for now, I have to do it,” Michael said for the fifth time as he laid on the couch. CNN was quietly playing in the background, only adding to his massive headache. 

Tessa and Ella were sitting at the dining room table, eating their grilled cheese. Michael was envious of their snow day, why doesn’t he get a snow day?

“You work until five in the freaking morning, Michael!” Kate yelled, her hands on her hips as she glared at her husband. 

“I’m aware, thank you.” He rolled his eyes. Sometimes, his true sleep deprivation would take over, and when he tried to blink, his eyes would simply stay closed. It was like his entire body was begging to fall asleep. 

“This is ridiculous,” she snarled, stomping her way through their house and into the kitchen. 

Luke kicked his last box out of their apartment, Ashton grabbing it with a small smile. He could see Jack in the back of their car, trying to squeeze one more brown box into the trunk. 

Ash leaned into his boyfriend, “are you mad?”

“No,” Jack responded, “I just wish you told me more than a day in advance.”

“It was sudden, I couldn’t say no,” the brunette sighed, “I feel bad for him, he doesn’t deserve any of this.” Ashton turned back to look at the blonde. He was locking the door for the last time, his hands shaking as he tried not to drop the keys. 

Luke’s head was down as he looked at his cheap flip flops, kicking a few pebbles with his toes. The realization that his relationship is over hasn’t hit him yet, and it won’t hit him anytime soon. 

x x x

Ashton was an artist, and Jack was a guitar tech. Luke wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when their house was an artsy type of mess. 

The walls were covered in half-fished canvases and inspirational cutouts to motivate Ash at three in the morning. Guitars were on stands, on the dining room table, on the floor. Loop stations were mixed up with 1/4” wires. Just making his way through the crowded house was a challenge. 

“This is where we eat, ignore the drawings of dicks on the table. Jack’s friends are rude,” Ashton said, walking backwards through the house. Their kitchen had more paint brushes than silverware. 

“This was like, a sitting room, but I turned it into a dark room when I got that Leica camera. I would show you it, but I have photos developing.” 

Luke could hear Jack scream, ‘nerd’ from a few rooms over. The blonde wanted a relationship like that, in all honesty. He wanted one where they could say loving insults to each other and still end up cuddling when the day is done. He wants to be eighty years old and still have his partner whisper dirty pick up lines at the worst time. He wants to be in love with his partner. 

“The rest of the house is honestly just nonsense, let’s head upstairs.” Ashton pranced up the wooden staircase and headed to the left, where Luke would be staying. It was the only plain white room in the house, a bed in the middle, two nightstands on the sides, “I didn’t know what you liked, so I kinda just bought whatever.” Ashton rubbed the back of his neck, standing in the doorway as Luke stepped closer, dropping one luggage bag to the floor.

He quickly turned around, tears in his eyes, and suffocated Ashton in a hug, “thank you for existing.”

The older boy smiled, rubbing Luke’s back, “of course, we’re here for you.”

(a/n) *sigh* jack barakat