in which luke doesn't smile and michael wants to change that. © All Rights Reserved.

"cause you know I love the players, and you love the game" cover by @/selfconfessed :)

❝Practice makes perfect❞

muke boyxboy strong language self harm lowercase intended

"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking as they rested on the table. "You have a dark spirit following you." Who knew from that day, Michael's world would get turned upside down, all by a dark spirit named Luke Hemmings.

Luke and Michael are neighbors who both have a tendency to leave their windows open. Fanfiction #9