sex addicts [michael clifford]

18: luke has a joke

"hi, i'm luke hemmings, and i learned a new joke yesterday," the blonde boy cheered, making michael smile. luke was honestly like a five-year-old and he truly thought that he was the cleverest shit out there, which others couldn't help but find cute.

"what's your joke, luke?" tom asked, fighting back a smile.

luke bit his lip in thought, trying to concentrate. "um, what's the cheese that you can't have?" he paused and looked up, shaking his head. "wait, what's the cheese that's not yours?"

"what?" the group replied, awaiting his reply.

"nacho cheese!" the grin on luke's face was so wide that everyone decided to push aside the fact that he had just told the oldest joke in the book and successfully screwed it up. they laughed, making his face light up in delight.

tom applauded quietly. "that was a very nice joke, luke."

"thanks. i've been working on my jokes more lately to distract myself from the, er, coitus, and it's working," luke explained quickly.

"i'm glad you've found a distraction. can we hear some more jokes?"

luke thought for a moment. "why did johnny throw a clock out the window?"

"why?"

"because he wanted to see time fly!"

the boy giggled - yes, giggled - as everyone else pretended to laugh along with him. devon and michael exchanged a quick glance, coming to a silent agreement that luke was truly a cupcake.

"any more?"

"hmm... why don't they play poker in the jungle?"

"why?"

"there are too many cheetahs!"

and the cycle repeated again and again, with luke telling more lame yet cute jokes. michael, however, couldn't stop thinking about what he had been told yesterday. he had a death sentence.

smoke. many things came to mind when he thought of smoke. he could die of lung cancer but he didn't smoke. he could die in a fire. both of those seemed unlikely, but michael wanted to be safe rather than sorry. no more cigarettes and no more risky cooking at home.

devon, too, was lost in thought. the gypsy had given her no hint as to how she would die, which made her extremely paranoid. even though she knew it was fake, she couldn't help but think that maybe she really did only have two months to live.

"michael, how was your weekend?" tom asked once luke had ran out of jokes.

"uh, it was good i guess," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. devon stared at him intently.

"anything exciting happen?"

michael pursed his lips and his eyes flickered at devon. "i was given a death sentence."

tom sighed, rubbing his temples. "look, just because you hormonal teenagers don't have sex for a few months doesn't mean that - "

"no, seriously, i'm apparently supposed to die in a month," michael interrupted, and the whole group stared at him.

"do you know how?" luke asked timidly, biting his lip in worry.

michael shook his head. "something with smoke."

"that's highly unlikely. don't believe the person who told you that," tom chimed it, trying to reassure michael.

the group continued discussing the matters of abstinence and one member even confessed that they had relapsed the previous night at a rage.

devon zoned out for most of this talk as she redirected her thoughts towards michael again, this time for a different reason. the group didn't know that the two of them were dating yet, but she felt like they shouldn't know. two sex addicts dating each other screamed bad news, but devon already knew that their relationship wasn't going to be like that. hopefully.

and if michael really only had one month left, she wanted to make the most of it. she needed to prove to michael that he was the one person she cared about in this world. she had to let that be his last thought, whether it be in a month or eighty years from now.

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huuuuuuuuuge filler woah i apologize

but i won my first varsity scrimmage yay

and i'm a starter holla

i just wanted to update before the vmas start bc 5sOS ARE PERFORMING AND THEY KICKED DEMI'S BUTT HA HA HA HA HA

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