Unconditional. || Muke

Chapter 1

I got off the bus, saying a final good bye to the bus driver. I heard the bus drive off as I walked to my front step.

It was a really pretty day out. The sun was setting and it was casting a golden shadow. The clouds made the sky look even more prettier, as the sky was fading into a pretty orange and pink color. The beautiful flowers placed in front of my house made everything better. It was really just a breathtaking scene.

I tore my eyes away from the scene in front of me and walked up the steps, opening the door, struggling with the bags in my hands. I finally put my stuff down and closed the door.

Before I could even get my shoes off, I heard my mums voice come from around the corner, and I heard quick steps. "Mikey baby? Is that you?" She yelled out, finally rounding the corner. I smiled at her when she saw me.

"Michael! My handsome son, oh I've missed you." She hugged me and I hugged back tighter. After a few seconds I pulled back. "How's your summer been mum?" I rubbed her shoulder before letting go of her.

"Oh, it's been so boring without you! How did your cousins treat you, hm?" She patted my hair, making me cringe. "They treated me alright, I had fun. I missed you and Luke a lot though." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"I'm glad to hear you had fun. I missed you lots, too. I'm sure Luke has missed you even more." She laughed. "Here, let me get your phone." She went off into the kitchen and I smiled, happy to be home and to be getting my phone back.

Whenever I go to stay with my cousins I never bring my phone because they don't have much service in the part of town they live in. It's pretty boring sometimes but it's nice to take a break from my phone sometimes.

She handed my phone back to me and I squealed like a teenage girl. "Thanks mum." I grinned at her. "You're welcome Mikey. Go put your bags in your room and put your stuff away, okay?" My mum patted my shoulder before walking off to the living room.

I slipped my phone in my pocket and brought my bags upstairs, dropping my bags on the bedroom floor a little out of breath. I needed to start working out.

I plopped down on my bed, pulling my phone out of pocket. I went into snap, excited to text Luke. I missed him so much, the thought of just talking to him was making me so giddy. When I saw him I was going to hug the fuck out of him, as I always do whenever I come back from my cousins.

I was confused to see a grey arrow next to his name. I felt my stomach turn. I just shook my head, there had to be an explanation for this. The grey arrow means he blocked me.

I just went to iMessage and tried to text him on there. 'Lukeeeeeeeeey I'm home from my cousins. I can't wait to see you and give you the biggest and tightest hug ever. Be prepared lmao.' I pressed send, hoping he would reply soon.
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3 hours passed and I got no response. I spent the last 3 hours checking iMessage every 5 minutes, eager to just talk to Luke.

I sighed, not knowing why he wasn't answering. And then the thought came upon me that, maybe he blocked me on iMessage too. I felt nauseous. Why would he block me on iMessage too?

I searched up 'how to know if you've been blocked on iMessage'. I clicked on the first result. There was this whole reading that I skipped through, and I finally got to the part I needed. I gulped, reading it. 'Check if it says delivered or not. If the previous texts you sent say delivered and your most newest ones don't, that's a sign."

I furrowed my eyebrows, going back into iMessage. I felt my stomach drop when I looked at the messages. They didn't say delivered.

I shut my phone off and sat up, confused. Luke would never block me. I had a lump in my throat, I was so upset. I decided to go downstairs and show my mom.

I walked into the living room. "M- Mom?" I questioned, and she turned her body towards me. I sat down next to her. "What's the matter baby?" She asked, seeing I was upset. "I think Luke blocked me." I whispered, staring down at my lap.

"What? He would never, Michael." My mom said, confused. "He blocked me on Snapchat, and iMessage." I glumly said. "How do you know he blocked you on iMessage?"

"I texted Luke almost 4 hours ago and he hadn't replied. I decided to search it up to see if he'd blocked me, and the results told me everything I needed to know." I sniffled.

"But, he would never. Luke isn't like this." My mom shook her head. "Mom, what if he hates me." My voice shook and I felt like crying.

"Oh, baby. He could never hate you. I'm sure there's some type of, explanation for this. I promise." She gave me a sad smile and rubbed my back. "Luke absolutely loves you to pieces." She said, kissing the top of my head.

"O- Okay. If you say so.." I slowly said. "Thanks mom, I love you." I gave her a quick forced smile and got up. "You're welcome Mikey. I love you, too." She smiled at me.

I walked around the corner and over to the stairs, going to my room. Once I got into my room, I shut the door and laid down on my bed.

I shut my eyes and felt myself getting more and more tired. I wish I could just sleep forever. I really do wish that, sometimes. Especially in times like this.
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3 days later, and I still got nothing from Luke. He never came over my house to see if I was home from my cousins, or to just see me, like he usually does.

Today was the day I went back to school. First day of 10th grade, and I was so nervous. I was hoping I'd have Luke to help me, especially since he knows how I am. I'm me, with my annoying anxiety, and everything.

I was also nervous to see Luke. I don't know what he's going to say or do. I don't know if he still loves me.

I shook my head, closing my eyes. He still loves me. He will never stop. He's my bestfriend and everything will be okay.

I felt like crying, I couldn't help but feel like he hated me. I didn't even know why he would even hate me, and that's the worst part.

I looked at myself in the mirror and scrunched up my nose. Cut off band tee, bandana on my head, black vans. "So original, Michael." I scoffed, talking to myself. I looked bad, but there wasn't a lot I could do about it.

I brushed my teeth and combed my fluffy and messy bleached hair, walking down stairs and saying a quick 'good morning' to my mum. I grabbed 2 granola bars.

"Bye mom, I love you." I grabbed my backpack off the chair and patted my back pocket to make sure my phone and headphones were there.

"Bye Mikey, have a good day! I love you too." She said as I walked out the door and to the bus stop. I frowned when I saw Luke wasn't there but I also felt relieved in a way. I didn't feel ready to face him. I was praying things were actually okay and this was all some big misunderstanding,

I tilted my head when I saw a different boy there, I'd never seen him before. He had dirty blonde hair and wearing a navy blue tank top with a little logo on it, I couldn't tell what it was though. He was also wearing black skinny jeans, and he was wearing all blacked out low top converse.

He was also really cute. But I say that in a friendly way, I'm straight. 100% straight. I stood next to him. "Hi, I'm Michael." I smiled at him, showing my teeth. He smiled back, revealing really deep dimples. Oh fuck.

"Hi Michael! I'm Ashton. I'm new to this school, if you're wondering." He giggled, his voice sounding so bubbly. I was about to say something but the bus pulled up and we got on. We sat down next to each other and talked for the whole entire bus ride. Ashton was someone I could really connect with.

He liked all the bands I did, had the same style as me, we had most of our classes together, we had the same hobbies. This friendship was meant to be. I haven't had a lot of friendships besides though, so I was pretty awkward at I stuttered a lot. Ashton didn't really mind though and I was thankful he wasn't laughing at me making a fool of myself.

The bus pulled up at the school and me and Ashton were still talking non stop. He was a really cool guy and really handsome, and his personality was just overall perfect. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't even a tiny bit jealous.

Something tells me that Ashton and I are gonna be really good friends.