Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Twenty Three

A/N: so imma dedicate this chapter to @Zayns_Panda123 bc comments and I love comments so yeah and also thank you @dangeroushemmings for voting it makes me feel special :D

Michael

It was good that my heart was beating so fast, but with Luke's hand slightly above my heart, I was scared that he could feel it. Sure, he already knew I liked him, but it was still embarrassing. Well, at least I was in front of him so that was all he could feel.

"Happy birthday, by the way," I said, remembering that it was tomorrow.

"It's not my birthday."

"Tomorrow."

"Wait, what's the date today?"

"July 15th," I laughed, facing him, but making sure a certain area of my body was still far enough away from him that he couldn't... feel it, if you know what I mean.

"Oh, I guess it is tomorrow."

"You're gonna be 16?" I asked.

"Yup. Sweet 16, never been kissed."

We both laughed. "Totally."

I wondered what I could get him for his birthday. I didn't really have much money, so it would have to be something meaningful but cheap. In this day and age, I wondered what that even could be.

I nuzzled my head into Luke's chest, and he started stroking my hair. "Don't mess it up," I warned. Luke chuckled and did. "Really, Luke?" I sat up and tried desperately to get back my perfect fringe. "You know, now I'm going to have to kill you."

"Nah, you like me too much."

I blushed. "I like my hair more," I half-lied.

"I don't know, I think you look cute like that." My face turned even more red, but I frowned realizing he didn't really mean it. "What?"

"You fûcking tease," I muttered.

"Sorry, but you really do."

"Thank you," I said quietly, still blushing. Luke smiled and pulled me back to a lying position.

"Cuddle with me, Michael!"

I rolled my eyes, but didn't resist. Honestly, who would?

"Luke, Karen wants to talk to you!" Jamie called from the hallway. Once she got to the doorway, she smirked. Sometimes  I was convinced she wanted us to be together.

"Okay," Luke said, getting up and climbing over me to get off of the bed. You see, my room was very small, so he couldn't get off from the bottom or the top because my bed was crammed between the two opposite walls. He lost his balance for a second and fell on me, making me cough. "Oh, my God, Michael, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" His face was red, and he bit his lip. My goodness, did he do that just to frustrate me? because it was working.

"I'm fine," I replied, sitting up, "but you can get off of my lap now."

"Oh, right, sorry," he muttered, getting up. The awkward silence that followed was interrupted by Jamie laughing. "Shut up." He left the room, pushing her face on the way out. I chuckled.

"Well, that was interesting," she said once he left the room, and closed the door. "So what are we gonna get Luke for his birthday?" she asked, beaming as she plopped down on my bed.

"I don't know, do you know of any great presents that wouldn't cost much money?"

"Not as friends," she said, giggling quietly about the dirty joke she probably just made.