on the other side • muke

t h i r t y - t w o.

i can't breathe and i failed my math final and now i have to retake his stupid ass class again and he literally makes me break down every time i'm in there and my friends are assholes about it saying "oh you'll just have to take it again next year"

but here's an update

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i leaned against the wall, watching abbie as she stacked the shelves. it took a lot of convincing, but i finally got her to do her job.

"this is boring, you liar." abbie muttered as she placed another cd on the shelf. i chuckled before getting up and hopping over the counter. "go sit then and stop complaining."

i took the rest of the stack from her and placed them on the shelves, finishing in under a minute before going back over to the counter. abbie scoffed when she turned around. "okay, you're just good at this because you're luke. shut up."

"i didn't say anything."

abbie slapped my arm and disppeared into the back room, leaving me to run the store. i propped my feet up on the counter, knowing it was going to be a while till we actually got customers.

although most of the time was texting michael and begging him to come entertain me, i left the store around seven and started walking home. i smiled at michael's house, instead of the nine foot fence i didn't miss jumping over.

the only thing that did catch my attention, though, was ashton's car in front of my house. i made my way up the steps and onto the porch, pushing open my unlocked door and stepping inside. the sound of giggling was coming from the kitchen.

"ashton why are you in my hou- michael?" i set my keys down on the counter, seeing michael cook some sort of substance in a pot. a phone was pressed to his ear.

"cal- no, no! you can't say that right now he's here. okay i'm hanging up, bye, i'll see you tomorrow too. no, i don't love you too." michael sighed as he set his phone next to the stove.

"what are you making?" i asked, seeing him jump a little. i forget he didn't know i was here.

"ramen." he smiled, taking the small packet off the counter and ripping it open. i threw it away for him once he was done. "do you want some?"

i nodded and michael waved me off to go change. i took a quick shower, my hair falling in front of my face as i threw on a black t-shirt and white jeans. [luke in white jeans tho]

michael handed me a bowl of ramen once i came back into the kitchen, sitting himself on the counter as i leaned against the one across from him. "so how was work?"

i shrugged, stuffing a forkfull of noodles in my mouth. "it was okay, what did you do all day?"

"i brought over some stuff from my house." michael grinned. i raised an eyebrow at him. "why and what stuff?"

"just clothes, a couple movies, your house is better than mine."

i looked up at him, setting my half empty bowl on the counter behind me. my feet made my way across the kitchen, arms immediantly wrpapping around michael's neck as he placed his own bowl down. "you'll have to make it worth your stay then."

michael looked down on me, placing his arms under my thighs and i jumped. "use your words then." he grinned.

my legs were secured around his hips as he walked out of the kitchen, going over to the bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him.

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"so are you guys back together then?" calum asked, ashton's arms wrapped around him tightly. i looked up at michael who was playing on his phone.

i brushed my nose again his groin and he stiffened.

well it got his attention didn't it?

"what?" he asked, looking down at me.

"what do you want us to be?"

he shrugged.

shrugged

"what do you, want us to be?"

"well i want you, to be my boyfriend."

"then i am your boyfriend."

i turned my head to calum. "we've been together for a while actually, like two seconds i think?" michael and ashton let out a short laugh as calum rolled his eyes at me. "how do you stand him?"

michael put his phone down, his hands starting to play with my hair. "he's luke. the boy who dances to shakira when he thinks no one is watching." i slapped his thigh and he squeaked. "he's the one who listens to taylor swift, and wears white jeans and pastel pink sweaters."

"that was one time! i felt pretty okay?"

i looked over at calum who was blushing at me. "i can let you borrow some of mine if you're interested."

michael looked down and wiggled his eyebrows at me. "he'll do it."

"i will not!" i protested, slapping his thigh a little harder this time. "it's just a kink of his, so calum go hide in a closet or something."

"but i'm already out of the closet." calum scoffed, sinking into ashton's touch. the older boy tensed and calum smirked.

"so you have been working on it." michael smirked and i looked at him. "working on what?"

"remember when i was on the phone earlier?"

i nodded.

"well he aske-"

"new subject please!" calum shrieked from across the room. michaled mouthed 'later' and i smiled.

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i didn't know how to end this but eh