"Michaels hair looks really cute when it's red," Luke thought, "wait no, I don't mean that, christ," he said quietly and shook his head.
Luke grabbed the plate and walked into the living room, where Michael was sitting there playing guitar.
"Here's your sandwich," Luke stated.
Michael took the plate and it definitely looked like he was enjoying the sandwich, "you're a good cook," Michael said.
"Thanks,"
Michael smiled at Luke and continued eating. Luke's chest fluttered a bit. His face blushed and he looked down awkwardly.
What just happened? Luke thought, I don't like Michael. I don't like him, not even as friends.
"What's your favorite MCR song?" Luke asked, trying to distract himself.
"Dead!, definitely, or Cemetery Drive. I love them both," Michael answered.
"Nice, I really like Mama, it's fun to play," Luke said.
Luke looked up from his lap, Michael was leaning in closer to him, Luke closed his eyes and felt Michaels warm breath on his lips, and then Michaels phone rang.
Michael jumped away, "What are you doing fag?"
"You're the one who was leaning into me!"
"I like girls, fucking fag. This never happened," Michael left, slamming the door behind him.
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COLORS // MUKE
قصص الهواةa world where until you touch your soulmate for the first time, you cannot see color.
