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:: Luke's POV ::

I pulled up to our former hotel, and held onto Michael by using our pinkies, leading him to our room. His eyes were still glossy, and his face was still blushed from last night's fun. It was adorable.

Once we were in the room, Michael sat on the bed innocently, while I found a pair of black skinnies and my Rolling Stones tee shirt. He sat with his eyes still glossy and cheeks still cute and blushed. For Michael, I grabbed a beige long sleeve and a pair of skinnies with holes in them. His fluffy pink hair was almost definite blonde, so I took it upon myself to buy him some hair dye. His favorite color is green, so bought him a nice mint color.

"Michael?" I poked my head out of the bathroom door to look at him. He was now watching some video on my phone, and giggling. "Shower with me?" I slightly begged. He choked on his own words before stumbling over. "Ye- uhm- sure-" he mumbled. I folded the clothes on the rack above the toilet and took his shirt off and grabbed him a towel. He reached for his button to unbutton his pants before I stopped him

"Hold up." I said quietly, and picked him up and put his onto the counter near the sink. "What are you doing?" He giggled, and watched me as I grabbed the materials to dye his hair. "We're going to dye your hair." I cheesed and placed the materials by his side. He smiled and is could see him practically jumping up and down "Yay! What color did you get?" I handed him to small tube of hair dye. "Oohh, mint. I've never had this color before." I just smiled at him and grabbed a pair of gloves. "I know, you know just because we weren't friends before, doesn't mean I didn't acknowledge you." I ended my sentence with a kiss upon his forehead as I began mixing the dye in the bowl.

"This dye is going to destroy the shower." I laughed, and he chuckled along aswell. I removed my gloves, and threw away the rest of the ruined utensils, but there was a little but of hair dye I decided to keep when that green starts to fade.

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After about an hour of waiting, we finally managed to get in the shower. He stood front of me for the most part, so I could help him get all the excess dye out. He has his arms pressed against his chest, as if he were already in his oversize sweater, flaunting his sweaterpaws. The only time I'd be in front of him was went I had to rinse, and he had to wash up.

The shower didn't last very long, and we didn't use much water, and I couldn't help but think about how money savvy we'll become when we live together. We'll take showers together and buy cheap pizza every night. I'll work, while he'll stay home and relax. It'll be perfect, and we wouldn't have to worry about another soul except for our own.

Michael was done getting dressed before me. I had to fix my hair meanwhile his was already was a perfect mess of fluff. I personally liked the green in his hair, it was cute. The way he sat on the end of the bed in his oversized sweater didn't help either. I half stepped out the bathroom, before remembering my belt was on the sink.

"Ready?" I asked, pulling my belt through the individual loops of my pants. He nodded silently with a small smile. I also bought Michael a pastel grunge backpack with his name on it. He was currently wearing it, and Daniel was sticking out of it.

I grabbed my wallet and placed the door keys on the dresser with a $20 bill for the room service. And after that, we were on our way to the beach.

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"I feel like this should be documented." I said, reaching into my bag with one hand on the steering wheel, in attempt to pull out the camera. "Can you grab the camera hun?" I asked as I gave up, and felt the sleeve of his shirt blush up against my arm hairs. I chewed on my lip ring awkwardly and began to look up at the road. Just in front of us was a city. Different colors gleamed on the various buildings, and reflected off of the road.

"Woah.." I heard michael gasp, while turning on the camera. He hasn't ventured too far from home, and it was probably the first time he's seen the city, covered in lights that is. It wasn't dark, but the sun was just starting to set. It was perfect, and not only the setting but the guy that was in the passenger seat, He made all of this perfect. And there was no doubt in hell I could imagine my future without him.

Once we got to the ramp for the beach, I took the camera from him, and got out, hurrying to the other side to open the door for him. His eyes were still admiring the purple and orange sky.

"Ready?" I smiled down at him, and awaiting for his response. He nodded and put his head on my shoulder, and sighed. I just kissed his forehead, and began to walk onto the sand with my hand in his and my other hand holding onto the camera.

"I hate the sand.." Michael chuckled. "But otherwise the beach is so beautiful."

"And so are you...I love you." I was able to croak out. He smiled down at his feet, and chuckled sarcastically. "No you don't.." His smiles was quick to fade.

"Yes I do.." I sighed and pulled him into a bear hug. He pushed his hands up against my chest, and his fluffy mint colored hair tickled my chin. I cringed slightly when I heard a few sniffles emit from him, along with a few squeaks of sadness. I released my right grip on him and looked down. eyeliner that he put on earlier was now smudged across his cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I was hesitant to ask. He wiped his nose one more time. "You don't deserve this.." He sniffles out. He was right, I don't deserve this. I've been the biggest asshole to him, and he's just so perfect.

"What do you mean?" I rubbed his arm assuringly. "I mean, I'm going to break your heart. And there a nothing therapy can do... I would know.." He ended with a whisper. I hugged him again but this time and picked up him bridal style and sat us both down on the sand. And for the rest of the night, he sat in my arms, cuddled against my chest. Both silent, as we were serenaded with the crashing waves and passing strangers.

Before we decided to get back on the road, I looked down at him and whispered, "it'll be worth it.."

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this story is ending really fast and I'm actually crying because I feel bad, and I love you guys.