zero || muke

chapter eight

hi guys so my laptop at my dad’s house literally just stopped working and i’m gonna be here all week so i’m just gonna try to write this on microsoft word and then hope for the best

and honestly i’m winging this chapter so if shit hits the fan (it may not, don’t worry) just don’t get too mad bc i’m kinda warning you??? but i seriously have no idea where i’m gonna go with this so

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Luke’s heartbeat was going crazy as he sat on his bed. He didn’t usually say rude things to his mum, and he couldn’t help but feel a little bad.

He just didn’t really expect her to follow him.

“Go.” Liz said simply, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What?” Luke furrowed his eyebrows.

“I know you’ve been to Michael’s house before, because you spent the night there once. So you know how to get there, right? I’m not gonna let you be an asshole to me because of whatever mistakes you’ve made. So go to that Michael kid, and fix the damage you’ve done.” She walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Luke sat there in shock, until he heard Liz’s usual soft voice. “Honey, I’m still your mum. I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, but you’ve definitely hurt mine, yeah? I hope you’ve learned something by the time you’ve come back. I love you.”

He felt smaller than ever, almost as if he were a little kid again. He mumbled a quick “love you too” to his mum, slipping on his Vans and walking out the door.

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 Michael had destroyed his apartment. He was furious, and it wasn’t even a feeling towards Luke. He was in a self-loathing pit of darkness, and all he saw was red. How could he let someone manipulate his emotions so easily? He was taught as a kid to never let that happen. Yet he just let someone throw his heart into a fire, without them even casting him a second glance.

He’d put a lot of thought into this, but he still couldn’t hate Luke. The only other person left to hate was himself.

Michael was surrounded in shattered glass, broken chair legs, and flipped-over furniture. He was losing control, and he couldn’t stop.

He started to sob, becoming overwhelmed with emotion.

He didn’t stop until he heard a soft knock on his door.

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Luke stood outside, contemplating what to do. What if Michael physically hurt him? He didn’t think that would happen, but Luke kind of deserved it.

Right as he started to think Michael wasn’t going to let him in, the door opened.

Shit. Michael looked just as bad – if not worse – than Luke.

Cheeks red, eyes puffy; Luke didn’t expect Michael to be affected so much. He let his insecurities blind himself from seeing that Michael had feelings too.

Luke slowly walked in to the apartment, and Michael shut the door behind them. The two sat down, leaning their backs against the door. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, the silence filling their lungs and calming them down a bit.

Michael closed his eyes. He was drained; previous anger-filled adrenaline had left his body.

Luke took the opportunity to stand up, walking into the kitchen and finding a broom next to the fridge. He quietly sweeped all of the glass up, and slowly moved the furniture back to normal. He threw away everything that couldn’t be fixed. Every single step he took made him feel worse about how he acted.

He didn’t want to open up to Michael, but what else did he have to lose?

When he walked back to the door, he saw that Michael hadn’t moved. Luke felt a small smile form on his face, and he picked up the lavender-haired boy. Luke thanked his small arms for obeying him, and not embarrassing the two by dropping Michael.

He gently placed Michael on his bed, pulling a blanket over his body. Michael seemed quite unconscious, and Luke was thankful. This meant he had more time to brace for impact.

Luke wanted to make things as okay as possible, so he did something what was sure to make Michael less angry.

He ordered pizza.

A large, pepperoni pizza was scheduled to be at the apartment in twenty minutes.

Luke patted himself on his back, and continued to clean.

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When Michael woke up, he was more than confused. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the ground surrounded by various broken things, but he must have moved. He was in his bed, perfectly tucked in, and he could hear someone knocking at the door.

“Okay, yeah, thank you.” Luke, Luke? said, closing the door, humming.

Michael frowned, not wanting to get out of bed. Oh shit, he forgot that Luke came in. Michael must have fallen asleep, and Luke took him to his room.

He rolled (literally) out of bed, trudging into the living room. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw Luke placing slices of pizza on a plate, and putting them on the coffee table.

“You bought me pizza?” Michael asked, obviously knowing the answer. Even though his voice was filled with sleep, he sounded like an excited little kid.

Luke blushed, nodding, and wrapped his arms around one of Michael’s big couch pillows. He motioned for Michael to sit down, and they ate the pizza in a comfortable silence.

Good things can’t last forever, Luke reminded himself, I still have to talk to Michael.

“I’m sorry Michael,” Luke said as Michael simply nodded, unable to talk with his mouth full of pizza, “but I still need to ask you something.”

“You’re hiding something.” Michael’s eyes widened. He had hoped Luke would forget.

Michael swallowed his bite of pizza, sighing and nodding.

“Why?”

Luke’s eyes picked apart Michael’s. Michael seemed scared.

“Tell me your secret.” Luke stated simply.

“Or I’m walking out that door.” He added.

Michael went from full of fear to full of rage.

Now he was angry at Luke.

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this chapter was so weird luke came in and ordered michael pizza idk i’m still sick

okay so I had an idea!!! After the tenth chapter, I wanted to have three things: an epilogue, the ;)))) scene, and a “funniest/best comments” page! What do you guys think?

If the funniest/best comments thing works out y’all better start commenting more and try to be as funny as possible

Goal: 100 votes, 150 comments (ik I didn’t hit the last goal but my laptop might stop working so I got this out of the way don’t y’all love me)