Where Luke likes to text Michael things he wouldn't say out loud.

I let out a sigh as I walked into work, running a hand through my hair and adjusting the hat on my head. As I walked behind the counter I was surprised to see someone whom I did not know dressed in a uniform. I blinked a few times, noticing he was talking to my manager. "Who is that?" I turned to the girl working front-counter register at the time. She turned her head and looked around me. "I don't know, never seen him before." I let out a sigh and walked towards my manager. I never knew exactly what I would be doing until I got there, when I reached her she smiled. "Luke! Just the boy I wanted to see!" I looked at her and waited. Thinking she just needed my height so I could grab something off a shelf for her. She then grabbed the boy next to her and I looked him up and down. "This, is Michael. "

in which luke never smiles, and michael wants to change that.

are you, are you coming to the tree? they strung up a man they say who murdered three. strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight in the hanging tree. //lowercase intended. story inspired by 'the hanging tree' by jennifer lawrence.

death hope heaven guilt life

"Just keep us a secret. Just a little longer, I promise." WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. DO NOT JUDGE MY CURRENT WRITING OFF OF THIS PLS

Luke hemmings. A kitten hybrid, has a tail and ears. Lives in an alley. Michael Clifford, famous and rich.

"are you okay?" "i've never felt more awake." sequel to kitten : muke ♡

where punk!michael and fem!luke both have a job at the local music store © miketalclifturd 2015