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“You know EXACTLY what you’re doing,” Awsten yelled at Luke the second he got to the driveway of his house.
“Why the fuck are you here?” The blonde exclaimed.
“Why the fuck do you think?! You’re trying to steal my boyfriend!”
“Why would I do that? You’ve been with him for two weeks and I don’t CARE!” Luke sighed, walking up to his door and searching his pockets for his keys.
Awsten followed him behind, still glaring at him.
“If you don’t care how do you know it’s been two weeks?” He asked.
“Because you two are annoying as hell. How did you even get my address?”
“Told Mikey I had to drop off notes to you,” Awsten laughed, sounding mean.
“Fuckin’ creep,” Luke muttered.
If it was any other day, Luke wouldn’t have been so impatient. But today, Awsten had been especially annoying, and was the reason he hadn’t been able to speak to his best friend (and kind of maybe sort of crush) all day. Which really sucked, and pissed him off.
“You know what? If you’re so pissed, fight me over it,” Luke sighed, pushing his keys into the lock on the door, only to be pushed against it seconds later, Awsten’s hands on his shoulders holding him against the cold plastic.
“I would gladly fight, but you’re such a coward I don’t think you would want to,” Awsten said, voice venomous as he stared directly into the taller’s baby blue eyes.
“Fuck… off… bitch.” Luke mumbled, still in shock from being fucking attacked by this bisexual twink who’d stalked him.
“Look, if you have such an issue with my love life, then maybe get your own. Loser.”
Luke laughed quietly, making a split second decision to lean down into Awsten’s space, so close their breaths mingled, closing his eyes as the mint haired boy stared at him in shock, staying frozen from the surprise in the moment.
Luke took this moment to shove Awsten back and off of him, turning the keys and stepping into his house, looking back at Awsten who was leant against the hedge dividing Luke and his neighbour’s house.
“Fuck off, you American idiot.” He said, before closing his door and locking it once again. He kicked off his shoes, standing in the hallway for a moment taking in the entire situation that just occurred. What the hell. Sure, he had thrown in a great reference but he had also just nearly gotten attacked in front of his own house. Or at least had a row with that short twink.
He dropped his bag in the hallway, walking upstairs and into his room, with posters for all his favourite bands littering the walls and his guitars in the corner. Sitting on his chair, he opened his phone, immediately blocking Awsten’s contact and messaging Michael.
Luke: mikey
ur boyfriend just??? ambushed me?
Michael: wtf
he just told me you tried to kiss him though
Luke: that twink?
never :/
Michael: are you okay?
want me to come over?
Luke: please :(
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The second Michael walked in the door, Luke had his arms around him, holding him in an embrace for what felt like forever.
They ended up sitting on Luke’s bed, discussing whether “Danger Days” was actually a good album (could Planetary GO! and s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w save an entire album?) before Michael changed the topic.
“Are you okay, Lu? You’ve seemed so distant lately…”
The younger looked away for a minute, considering the question. He felt somewhat guilty for being so cold and mean to his best friend’s boyfriend, but said boyfriend had also done his fair share of bitching to him too.
“Fuck… I… don’t know? Awsten’s really stressing me out.” He settled on, turning back to meet the gaze of the green eyed boy opposite him.
“I get he can be a bit of a handful… and I’m sorry about what he did today..”
Luke nodded, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Michael moved forward, wrapping his arms around the other in a warm hug, which was immediately reciprocated.
“I’m a complete mess… it feels like you’re not here anymore because of him.” He muttered into Michael’s shoulder.
“I love you too, you know?”
“Yeah… not in the same way…”
Michael shook his head, leaning up to brush a tear from the younger’s cheek.
“I’m still your friend. I swear.”
Luke nods, looking down.
And whatever decides to possess Michael in this moment, probably fucked up any happy ending he thought possible beforehand. He leans up, meeting Luke’s mouth with his own, moving a hand to behind his neck and tangling his fingers in the blonde’s curly hair.
Luke freezes in shock, closing his eyes for a moment before Michael pulls away.
“I… fuck… I didn’t mean-“ he stammers.
“It’s fine. We’re just friends. Friends can kiss.” Luke mumbles.
“Just friends?”
“Best friends.”
Michael smiled, pulling Luke back into his embrace. If only he knew he was the one making his best friend (a) complete (mess).