young god ; muke!

two.

luke gently dabbed his brush into the beautiful purple color, rising his hand, carefully stroking it across the outlined area.

"like that," he grinned, showcasing to the many people who decided to join his art class at the local art store, him being famous and all, most just came for a picture, but not all, a small lavender haired boy sat in the corner, watching his previous highschool, ex friend.

michael, who now owned the beautiful art store, started at the blonde with a long term affect, casuing the boy to look over every so often, frowning.

"alright, if you'd like to meet, mr.hemmings, his signing his right up there," Michael stood up, keeping his stare locked, blinking nemourus times, nervously looking away as he made his way behind the register.

after the many selfies, and art signings, the store finally cleared out, leaving the two boys alone, the sound of music the only thing keeping an akaward silence.

"you know what im capable of," luke broke the silence, stomping his way to the boy, causing michael to look down nervously.

"dont pick up for three years, what the hell did i do? i saved you're ass and this is what i get? a high paying job where all i do it throw paint onto a paper." luke snarled, grabbing ahold of michaels jaw.

"just because you are a work of art dosent mean you can show yourself off." he whispered sweetly, letting his hand drop, the blonde leaving the store .

"w-wait." michael stuttered out nervously, standing up from the chair quick, luke stopping in his tracks.

"don't leave again." he whispered soft, looking up to the blonde who had made his way to michael.

"I won't." luke whispered back, holding his hand out to the boy.

and we're running,running, running.