This chapter has a bit of cuss words, oops sorry.

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It's been exactly three days since Luke moved in, not that Michael was keeping track, and since things have finally settled down around the house. Or well, around him. No more deaths, no more lights flickering or knocking on his walls. Nothing. Just peace and quiet. And Michael really liked that, he wondered why things couldn't always be like this.

"Want to go roller skating tonight?" - Ash

Michael rolls his eyes, who the hell even went roller skating anymore? But, if it got him out of the house, then he'd do anything.

"Sure thang." - Michael

"Learn how to spell." - Ash

"Fuck u." - Michael

"You.*" - Ash

Michael scoffs, tossing his phone on the bed as he picks up his room. He didn't want to admit it, but he spent the last three days on his butt playing video games. He even slept on the couch those nights, but maybe it was because he was a coward. Not that he would admit to it, though.

Michael pulls on his Sex Pistol shirt, he grabs a pair of black skinny jeans from the floor, before smelling them. He grimaced, but shrugged and put them on anyway. It wasn't like he had anyone to impress, anyway.

He was putting on socks when his phone beeped again.

"Ask Luke if he wants to come." - Ash

And Michael narrows his eyes at his phone. Did Ashton really expect him to waltz over to Luke's flat, knock on his door, and ask him to go skating with them? Who did he think he was?

"No." - Michael  

Michael shoves his phone in his front pocket, feeling the tight squeeze on his leg before he's walking down the hall and out of his home. He's locking his door when he hears him.

"Good evening, neighbor!" It's fucking Luke. Michael really wanted to strangle him. Michael ignores him though, breathing heavy through his nose as he makes sure his door is locked before turning around, and bumping into Luke.

"What the fuck." Michael says, startled as he backs up on his porch. 

"What're you doing tonight?" Luke is smiling so wide, Michael is surprised his cheeks aren't hurting. But, maybe they are, and Luke is just good at hiding his pain. 

"Nothing." 

"A little birdie tells me that you're lying." Luke says in a sing-song voice, laughing as he tilts his head up an inch to look at the sky. Michael tries to back up further, his eyes going wide as his heart race increases. 

"Excuse m-me?" 

Luke's head snaps back to Michael, his smile now gone as he just stares at him. "I know you're going skating tonight, Mikey." 

"D-don't call me that. How did you know?" 

And Luke just fucking smiles at him again, before turning on his heel, clasping his hands behind his back as he walks back to his own yard. 

"I'll see you later tonight, Mikey!" Luke calls over his shoulder. 

And Michael thinks he might have shit his pants.

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"Dude, Luke is fucking creepy." Michael whispers to Ashton as they gather their skates. Michael keeps looking over his shoulder, he's looking all around and Ashton thinks he's the one who is being creepy.

"What're you doing?" 

"Looking for Luke. Did you tell him we were going skating?"

Ashton gives Michael a look, narrowing his eyes at him. "Seriously? I don't have his number, hence why I asked you to ask him." 

"Well, he's fucking weird. He cornered me when I was leaving for Uni, and was like, "A little birdie told me you were going skating. Blah blah blah." Michael says, pitching his voice higher. 

Ashton just gives him a look, a look like he didn't believe him. And Michael returns a look of his own, "Please, you have to believe me. There's something weird about him."

"About who?"

A groan escapes Michael's lips as he looks up from his feet. They were putting on their skates when Luke walked up. And Luke brought a friend. 

"Ashton, this is Calum. He's my...friend." Luke smirks, and Calum just laughs as he stares at Ashton. 

Ashton squirms uncomfortably, coughing awkwardly as he stands up. "Nice to meet you. Michael, meet me in the rink when you're done." 

"Oh, don't leave m-!" Ashton is already gone, leaving him with Luke, and his possible also weird friend.

"Michael, meet Calum." 

"So this is Michael. I've heard...a lot about you." And they laugh, like it's a personal joke between the two. 

"You both are fucking weird." 

"Feisty. I see why you've been having trouble." 

"Hmm, he's a stubborn one. I'm getting there, though." Luke smirks, and they just keep talking about Michael like he's not even standing in front of them.

"Okay!" Michael shouts loudly, clapping his hands to get their attention, "if you're done talking about me, please get out of my way."

They don't move. Luke is staring at him with his fucking creepy smirk, his stupid cute dimple on show case and Calum is just standing there. He seems frozen, like he's not even there.

That is until Michael pushes Luke, hard, sending him backward. Luke gets this murderous look on his face as Calum grabs Luke from behind, helping him stand straight.

"You'll regret that, you little bitch." 

"Bring it on, you fucking creep." 

And Calum has to hold Luke back, and Michael tries not to show that he's afraid. 

"You can't do this right now." Michael hears Calum saying, "There's too many people around." 

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The gif on the side gave me nightmares 

OKAY SO I SEE SO MANY PEOPLE DOING THAT CHARACTER ASK THINGY SO I WANT TO TRY IT

OKAY SO JUST COMMENT ON A NAME AND LEAVE YOUR QUESTION AND I'LL ANSWER THEM IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

Michael:

Ashton:

Luke:

Calum: 

Me: 

please ask something so i don't look like a loser okay