Muke Oneshots

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So...hi, I'm still alive and wanted to say some before the chapter starts. (It's not important for the story so you can skip it)
First: I'm sorry for not updating, I'm currently out of ideas or just... don't know how to change my thoughts and the maladaptive daydreams into stories.

And the second reason I didn't update is that my life kinda Fell apart the last few weeks and days and I almost failed school so...yeah.

High school Au during Corona cause...lol why not.

Luv

-J

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Luke saneticed his hands before he sticked his index finger under the face mask to scratch down the disgusting feeling of the damped fabric on his face.

It didn't worked like he wanted to he rose his hand and chaught his teachers attention. “Mister Hemmings?“

“Can I please go to the restroom Ma'am?“

She rolled her eyes and handed him the toilet pass.

Luke grabbed it and quickly made his way to the boys restroom.
He took off the mask and stuffed it in his back pocket so he had free hands which turned on the water at the sink.

A few releasing sounds escaped him when he got the cold water on his cheeks and chin.

Luke heard some squeaky and heavy shoes outside so he quickly dried his face and put on his mask to leave the bathroom.

A purple haired boy walked past him, a toilet pass and a package of cigarettes stacked in his hands.

“Hey.“ Luke said friendly and was about to follow him because his classroom was coincidentally in the same direction as the boy walked.

He turned around, just green eyes starring at Luke.

The rest of his face was hidden away with hair and a black face mask so Luke could just see the green eyee which had a little bit smeared eyeliner underneath.

“Want one?“

Luke was confused at first but then he realised that the purple haired one held the marlboro package in his direction.

“Thanks, but I don't smoke.“

“Better for you.“ he said and hid the pack in the side pocket of his pants.

He was about to turn around and countineue walking but Luke stopped him.
“I'm sorry but I haven't seen you around here...are you new?“

“Oh yeah, sorry. My manners. I'm Michael.“

Luke wanted to genuinely punch himself in the face.
Michael had a class with him but he always sat in the back of the class, his head on the table, probably sleeping but not even the teacher said something cause the whole school was afraid of him shooting them all up.

Why was always a mystery for Luke.

Yeah, maybe Michael had a nicotine addiction and he smelled like it in a radius of a mile, he always had his hair in his face and wore fingerless gloves but at all looked like he was nice.

“Oh I'm sorry. I didn't recognized you...did you try out a new colour during the off school time?“

Michael carefully pulled his mask to his chin just to make a little smile on his lips visible.

“Yeah I did.” he said and put his mask back in the right place. “You're actually the first one who said something about it, or recognized it.“

Luke smiled too and was glad his mom raised him this way.

“I like it. Makes this boring place a little more colorful.“

They looked into each others eyes before the bell rang and the students started to leave the class.

Luke cursed before he began to ran “Bye Michael. Nice to talk to you.“

He came to the classroom when the teacher was about to leave. “I'm sorry ma'am.“

She wanted to say something but looked past Luke where Michael was standing at a locker, watching them over his shoulder.

“Yeah sure. Give me the pass please I need to go to my next lesson.“

Luke got his backpack and then walked to Michael. “Why are people afraid of you?“

Michael looked at him for a second. “If you get a lighter in the next 5 minutes and you skip this period I'll tell you exclusively.

Luke got to his locker which was 5 away from Michaels, unlocked it, spruced a pink lighter out of it and threw his backpack in it, before slamming the door.

They walked out of the school around behind the gym and sat there on a bench of the football field.

“I thought you don't smoke.“ Michael said with a smirk.

“I don't do so for a fact. But Calum does. And because his mom would beat him to death if she finds a lighter or cigarettes in his room I have all of the cynical stuff in my locker.“ Luke explained as he handed the lighter to Michael.

He took off his mask and light the cigarette.

Luke was so used to smoke passively that he didn't even scrunched his face anymore but he took off his mask too.

“So tell me Michael.“

The one with purple hair waited till the bell rang once again and sixth period began.

“It not that much to tell. I always was a shy outcast cause I was raised by two extrovert punks. When I was 12 my dad went to Jail because of some shit he did with a gun and because the cops investigated our house and found out that he stored weed in my room. And now they're afraid of the like the father so the son thing. As if I don't have anything better to do.“

Luke was silent and repeated what Michael just said in his head.

“First up, sorry to hear that with your dad. Have you seen him since?“

Michael made a disgusted face and shook his head. “No. And honestly I don't wanna see that loser. My mom divorced from him and my step dad is ways better. She said that she doesn't want someone in her house who uses her child to hide and do drugs."

“Thats good to hear...kinda, I honestly never had to react to something like this. And if it makes you feel any better, I don't think you're bad. In fact, I like you.“

Michael smiled. “Thank you Luke. You're the first one since kindergarden to say something like this to me.”

He smiled and nodded. “No problem...it sounds odd...but can I touch your hair?”

Michael laughed and tilted his head that his forehead almost crushed against Luke's upper arm.

Luke gently sank his fingers in the purple fluff and got really excited. “They're really soft. They feel like I imagine cotton candy would feel if it wasn't that sticky.”

Michael giggled and lowered his head a little more, his skin touching the fabric of Luke's mint green sweater, cause he loved how Luke scratched his head.