Chapter Three

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by some_story_writer
by some_story_writer
                                    
                                              Chapter Three
                          The time had come, forced to sit in front of my bedroom television as Mikey fiddled with the DVD player. Eventually getting it to work and pressing play before joining me; grabbing a pillow and resting it against my chest to prepare myself. 
                          After so many jumps I lost count each making Michael giggle softly; the movie coming to an end as he turns the lights on. "Lucifer I'm proud of you." Still trying to get over the fear and the fact I'll never look at a doll in the same way again. 

                          After showering, I crept into the sleeping bag on the floor; Mikey saying softly from the bed "Night, Luke." 
"Night." Spending the next ten minutes tossing and turning as I whisper "Mikey?"
                          "What?" 
                          "I'm scared."
                          Hearing a sigh as he pulls back his duvet before he adds "No snuggling." Climbing in beside him as he says "Oh and Luke?" 
                          "Yeah ?" 
                          "Your sweat is dampening the sheets." 
                          "Sorry." 
                          Staring up at the ceiling unable to fall asleep incase I was possessed by a doll; hearing the little snores from beside me. I was sweating pretty bad but I couldn't help it; he didn't seem to mind either.
                          Waking up the next morning, Michael still unconscious as I slid out of bed; deciding to take another shower to rid myself of the stench of fear. After singing to my hearts content and using half a bottle of Radox; I grabbed a towel and went back to my room. Looking through my draws for a pair of boxers, jumping out of my skin as Michael shouts "boo!" Spinning around as my towel dropped to the floor; covering what was left of my dignity as he picks up the towel "Luke, I can tell your about to cry." 
                          "I'm not!"
                          "I know how you feel about your body and from what I just saw, boy there's no need for it." 
                          Shrugging it off as I grab some clothes and change in the bathroom; a couple of hours of battling it out on call of duty, Michael decided it was time he paid a visit home. Watching him walk down the street from the doorstep before returning to my room and falling back on to my bed; the sound of paper crumpling as I reached under the pillow. Pulling out a piece of ripped paper flipping it over to see a note on the other side. 
                          "Your beautiful trust me."
                          Recognising the handwriting, it was Mikey's smiling to myself as I stuck it to the wall. Turning to see the mountain of homework stacked on my desk; groaning as I pulled myself up and began to make my way through it.
~*~
Arriving to English class looking as if I just crawled out of bed; I seat myself beside Chloe who sat smirking as she averted her eyes back to the front. The teacher silent, his glare fixed "Mr Hemmings, what would your mum say if you were late to class." 
                          "Well uh something like Lucas! You're grounded!" 
                          "Maybe I should inform her of your arrival then hm?" 
                          "Take my essay and my sandwich; just don't do it." 
                          He raises an eyebrow as he takes the essay from my desk "I'll let it slide this time Hemmings." Deciding it was a great time to shut up I put my head down and began working; the bell for break ringing, met outside the class by Chloe.  "A sandwich wow Luke." 
                          "It was the first thing that came to mind." 
                          "Sure it was, anyway I'll see you later yeah? Cool." 
                          Walking to the table, Mikey shouting across the breakout zone "Lucifer!" Taking a seat by the window as Calum says "I heard your game is strong." He smirks, I look at him confused as he glances down at my crotch; glaring over to Michael "You told them?" 
                          "I couldn't contain myself." 
                          Scowling, he throws his arms over me as he adds "Lighten up Lukey." Rolling my eyes and slipping a smile; heading to textiles class Mikey skipping down the corridor. Halfway through class Michael pulls out a box of fabrics; smiling as I squeak "Purple and orange are perfect!" Michael giving me a look "Did you just..."
                          "Did I what?"
                          "Did you just flip your shit over a dyed piece of cotton?" 
                          "No, what makes you think that?" 
                          "You worry me sometimes, Lucifer."
                          He brushes it off, wandering off I noticed he hadn't dyed his hair; maybe he was feeling lazy or it could be the fact my mum banned him from bringing hair dye into the house.