Just another entirely cliche Cinderella story.

sequel of "thinking about you".

michael has a thing for his teacher's assistant.

in a horizontal integration type of business, people like luke don't really belong. cross dressing twenty-nine year olds aren't supposed to watch their thirty-one year old CEO buy as many firms as he can simply to maximize everyone's profit.  but here luke is, in a dark blue skirt and grey top, dropping his communications report on michael's desk five minutes before 10 p.m., his blue eyes falling lower and lower as the minutes take on.

"dude what the fuck" warning: this story contains v much sass, sarcasticness and the word fuck. it may be offensive to some readers. but like seriously I say fuck a lot and it has nothing to do with their personalities whatsoever it's just basically what comes out if my mind in like a half hour. ||fan fiction #3 muke #2|| |||#18|||

just read bc this is very hard to explain ||fan fiction #2 muke #1|| |||#21|||

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"Because I love you, Luke. I love you with everything I have and nothing is going to hold me back from you."

"you know these are bad for you, right?" "you know i dont give a fuck, right?" or; where luke works at a gas station and michael goes there to buy cigarettes everyday [lower case intended]