❝You belong on the cover of Vogue, Luke, and I'm just your shadow, but fuck all if I'll disappear.❞
Michael lived quietly, thinking through the lens of a camera. Luke lived loudly, thinking through nothing. The two opposite sides of magnets that, no matter what, couldn't connect. Michael hated Luke. Luke hated Michael. No matter how many times they happened to bump into each other, it didn't change anything. There was just hate.
Until there wasn't.
pls don't read. this is really bad.