gbf // muke

11

Luke's POV.

After my mum embarrassed me to death, me and Michael went back to my room. We laid in my bed with the lights off, watching tv, cuddled up under the blankets. I stole a few kisses here and there, and i didn't want this moment to end.

He scooted down towards me, and I gasped once his lips touched my neck. He traveled them up my neck slowly, and kissed every part of my jaw. He finally made it to my mouth, and took my bottom lip between his own. I lightly sighed in content before I kissed him back slowly. I felt him bite down on my lip slightly, and pull it back a little. He immediately smashed his lips back on mine once he let my lip go. I melted into his touch, and felt his hands grip my sides softly. I pressed my hand to both of his cheeks, not wanting this kiss to end, but it was getting late, and I know it has to. I pulled back slightly so our noses were touching. I kissed his lips one more time, softly, and I smiled at him when we pulled back.

"It's getting pretty late." He said, and I nodded. He got up, and started putting his shoes on. I sat up on the edge of the bed, and watched as he did. Once he was done I lightly smiled up at him. It was only 8:00, but it was a school night. He leaned down and pecked the spot right in front of my ear. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I held his waist tightly, as he held me in his embrace. "Goodnight, beautiful." He whispered in my ear, and pulled back. "Goodnight" I said quietly as he stepped out of the door.

Once he was gone, I laid back on my bed and smiled.

It was only 8, but it's never too early to go to bed. I don't have any homework anyway. Theres plenty of time to lay here and hold the pillow that smells like Michael, and plenty of time to think about Michael. Because currently, my mind was set on 'michaelmichaelmichael'

I pulled the blankets over me, and laid in the dark with only the light of the tv shining in the room. I held the pillow he laid on, in my arms, and sighed at how much I really love his cologne, and how I love the way it still lingered on the pillow. I kept thinking about how perfect his lips felt on mine.

There was no doubt I fell asleep with a smile on my face, as cheesy as it sounds.

..

The next morning, I walked into the bathroom, getting ready for my shower. I stepped in, and felt the warm water running down my back.

After my shower, I dried my hair, and put on my clothes. I put on a sleeping with sirens shirt, and a pair of dark jeans, along with my black Vans. I quickly did my makeup, and styled my hair to perfection.

I was having doubts about my outfit, but they were interrupted when the doorbell rang. I skipped over to it, and opened it up, seeing Michael standing there, smiling, with a donut with pink frosting and sprinkles in his hand, and a hot chocolate in his other. "Good morning." He said, and I smiled.

No ones ever done this for me before. Aw.

"Thank you Michael." I said as he handed me the cup, and the donut covered with a napkin. "No problem." He said, and I smiled, taking sips of the hot chocolate, and small bites of the donut as we walked up the stairs.

"I don't think I wanna wear this today. Help me find a different shirt, please." I said, pouting my bottom lip. "Alright." He mumbled, close to my face. He leaned down pecked my cheek, walking into my closet. He came back out with a shirt that had black sleeves, and a plain dark grey Aztec print. "Aztec is so over worn. I can't wear that." I said, sitting on the edge of my bed. He laughed quietly and walked back in. He came out with a light blue baseball tee.

"Michael. Didn't I just wear a baseball style shirt like, 2 days ago?" I asked, and he shrugged, walking back to my closet. He came back out for the third time, holding up a black and grey shirt with a tiger pattern. I shielded my eyes quickly, and screeched, "Ew! Animal print! I regret buying that! Burn it!"

He laughed, and walked back to my closet, finally, the fourth time, he said it was the last. He held up a shirt that had Albert Einstein smoking a pipe, with galaxy behind him, and orange colors coming from the pipe (a.n. Currently wearing this now. How original.)

It wasn't bad. I actually love the shirt. "Would it make this outfit look too dark?" I asked pulling on my lip ring with my teeth." I asked. He looked at it, then back at me. He shook his head silently, and handed it over to me. "Turn please?" I asked. He frowned, and touched my side. "Luke..." He whined. "Michael please?" I asked, feeling insecure under his gaze. He nodded, and turned around. I quickly removed my SWS shirt, replacing it with the new one.

"Done." I said quietly, and he spun around, and smiled at me. "You look beautiful." He whispered, hugging me. I blushed, and laid my forehead on his shoulder.

I finished the hot chocolate and donut, then I brushed my teeth and we were off.

We walked down the sidewalk beside each other, our hands swinging back and forth. I felt shivers run through me every time they would accidentally brush against each other. I looked up, and saw Michael looking straight ahead, then I looked back down at his hand.

Hold my hand you idiot.

I bit my lip, and decided wether I should take his hand or not. Dangit. I'm nervous.

"Hey Michael? Can you- no wait. Can I- never mind" I sighed, looking back down at my shoes. "Wait," he started, "what?" He asked. I closed my eyes slightly, not looking up to him. "Can I hold your hand?" I asked quietly. He stopped walking, and I stopped quickly after him, looking back up. he pecked the corner of my mouth, and took my hand in his. "You didn't have to ask." I blushed and looked down while he tangled our hands together.