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Every person on this planet has ever had a feeling of love. But each fell in love was different. One was suffering and crying in pillows from unrequited love, but the second one was jumping with the excitement of seeing their crush in a few couple of minutes.
Luke was one of the people who were secretly in love with his best friend. His best friend. Did you read it correctly? Best. Friend.
That would be perfectly fine if he'd fall in love with a stranger, senior, but not with a best friend. After Luke accidentally walked into Michael's room and saw him topless, well... The picture kept on playing in his brain over and over again, making his mind so tired that Luke had to admit the fact he's in love with Michael Clifford.
He loved his hugs, even though they were rare and only after midnight. He loved the way his arms wrapped around his torso, the way his warm breath on skin made hundreds of goosebumps appear on his body. It was such a blessing to hug Michael each sleepover.
Of course, blondie tried to express his feelings to Michael, but...
"Michael, I'd like to-", Luke started but stuttered. "I mean, I want to tell you that I love you.", he sighed, looking at Michael's pensive face. Green-eyed one took an earphone out of his ear, hidden behind hair, questioning Luke's look on the face.
"Did you say something?", Michael raised a brow, placing his earphones on a table.
"N-no", Luke sadly sighed, heading for the exit. "See you tomorrow, Michael.", he put on a fake smile on his lips, leaving the room. After that Luke rushed to his house, where later, in his room, kept on being angry at himself and his insecurities.
Did Luke give up?
He placed his palm on Michael's shoulder, coming closer to him. He took a deep breath, trying to make up his mind.
"Michael, we need to talk.", Hemmings said, looking directly at Michael. "It's very impor-"
His significant speech was interrupted by some of Michael's friends, who pushed Luke away and brotherly hugged Michael. He hugged him back, slapping his hand on the back. Right after they ended the talk, Michael turned to Luke, asking:
"So what were you talking about?", Michael paid attention to Luke, who had been already gone. When Michael asked why the younger one had left, he said that he had a bellyache. Well, partly, this was true, but the pain he had wasn't in his belly, it was in his heart.
Thank you, next. Several months have passed since the rest from uncounted attempts to confess love. Luke stood up, deciding that the day has finally come. He took a shower, ate his breakfast, even cleaned his room, and bought a rose in the closest flower store.
With a heart, full of hopes and confidence, Luke headed to school. Once he entered the building, he looked around and found a blonde guy. He didn't care about what the crowd's gonna say, but a little part of an introvert revolted and decided to confess love in a quiet place.
This is how Hemmings took a guy's wrist and walked him in a quiet place, which was a little park on the school's territory. Michael, who got completely lost, frowned at Luke.
"Hey", green-eyed one said, staring at Luke's fingers still wrapped around his wrist, which only made this whole situation worse.
"Hey", from behind the blue-eyed one pulled out a red rose, like Michael's lips, and held it out to Michael. Trying not to blush, he started, "Michael", he sighed. "I think I... I love you"
Michael was... pretty confused. Luke looked at him and started panicking inside. He started to think that Michael's gonna laugh at him.
"This rose is for you, you can do whatever you want with it. I said what I wanted to say.", with a confident, but anxious heart, Hemmings turned around and headed to the building, but a hand stopped him.
Michael pulled Luke to himself by a wrist, hugging tightly. This was something a younger boy did not expect. He thought he was going to be laughed at, just like always, but this...
"Where do you think you're going, Hemmo?", Michael whispered hoarsely, placing a hand on Luke's waist. His whisper made the whole body got goosebumps, arms awkwardly wrapped around Michael's body.
"Away from you so you don't laugh at me", the blonde answered, trying to turn around.
"Who said I will, silly?", it made Luke look in opposite eyes.
"Won't you?", Michael shook his head, smiling.
Instead of words, Michael's lips shut Luke's, passionately crushing lips. While Luke stood frozen, trying to process what was going on, Michael's palms stroked curly hair, combing it. Finally, Luke started moving his lips, smiling in a kiss, letting the older one take control.
Once they broke the kiss with swollen lips and fast breath, somehow both of them knew it'll lead to something good.