"Michael, open your fucking window and talk to me!"

I could see him sitting at his desk. The pen in his hand gliding across the paper in front of him effortlessly. The way his eyes never left the page in front of him. Michael was in concentration mode.

As much as I'd like to leave him be in his world of writing. I needed him to understand what happened tonight. That is wasn't what he thought it was, and there's no reason to ignore me.

"I'm going to jump through your window!" I yelled obnoxiously louder. My body was hanging out of my window, trying everything to grab his attention.

"Michael Gordon Clifford, get your cute butt over to your window right now, before I fall to my death."

I watched as his eyebrows furrowed together. How he threw his pen down in a huff. He looked over and met my gaze with burning hatred hidden behind his glassy eyes.

Michael was pissed.

Michael came storming over to his window, pulling the glass panels open in one swing. I was amazed how they didn't shatter instantly.

"What do you need, Luke? I'm clearly busy." Michael rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers impatiently against the wall.

"Hey now, being the bitter sixteen year old is my job." I smiled cheekily. "Meet me at our special hill in five minutes." I didn't give him a chance to respond before I leaped back inside my room and down the stairs. Ignoring my mothers calls of protest on where I was going so late at night, I sprinted out the back door and through my empty backyard to our once special place.

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Sitting next to Michael like this reminded me of when we'd sneak out during our sleepovers to come sit on this hill, watching the stars until you could barely see peaks of the sun starting to rise.

Michael made sure to leave a gap between us, made sure he wasn't even going brush his arm against mine on accident. It made my heart clench, and knew why.

I did this. To him, to our friendship, to whatever we have.

"Michael..." I said softly, turning my head to look at him. The moonlight was reflecting off his skin, the light contrast against his face making his eyes shine brighter even in the dark.

"Why were you with him? After everything he did to you? After everything I said to you? I poured my heart out to you, Luke! Then a few days later you're back out having dinner with the guy who cheated on you, who tore your heart to shreds, while I was left picking up the pieces. Just tell me... Why?"

"I ran into him yesterday, literally. Then he asked me to dinner to apologize about everything." I replied, still keeping my gaze on Michael even if he won't look back at me.

Michael scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You were holding his hand. It looked more like a date."

"He asked me to be his boyfriend again..." I mumbled. This time Michael looked at me, trying to read my face to somehow come up with my answer.

"What did you say?" He mumbled, his voice small. I could see Michael was afraid of what my answer could be, what I possibly said to boy I used to love.

"I was going to say yes."

Michael's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Was?"

"Yeah," I smiled meekly, "Until I saw you. Until I realized you're the one I wanted, no, needed. It didn't make sense up until that moment when I locked eyes with yours in the middle of the restaurant. I saw the sadness hidden beneath them, how all I wanted was to hold your hand instead of his. That's when I realized I didn't love Ashton the way I thought I did anymore."

"Luke, where are you going with this?" His eyes were wide, staring at me for for my answer.

I scooted closer to him, our arms lightly brushing against one another's.

"Mikey, can I show you instead?" I asked softly.

His lips parted forming a small 'o' shape in realization. But he nodded, watching my every move.

I rested my hand softly against his cheek, rubbing smooth skin beneath my finger tips. I took in every inch of his face, memorizing all the small things that will soon change with time. Leaning in I captured his lips. His lips parted, a small whimper leaving his lips. They still felt the same against mine, still just as plump as they were back when we were young, when I couldn't control myself from kissing his lips on the last day I saw him.

Slowly Michael began kissing me back, his hand resting against my chest, tugging on the shirt to stay in place. I pulled away before quickly moving Michael over to straddle my lap. Placing my lips back on his faster than I could catch my breath. I snaked my arms around his waist, pulling his as close to me as I could possibly get him. My hands lightly tracing patterns on the bare skin at the small of his back.

Everything about the kiss was sweet. It was slow, it was passionate, and it was shared between two people who would do anything for the other. And I'm just now starting to realize that again. That Michael means more to me than anyone else. It's always been that way.

Michael pulled away, resting his forehead against mine to catch his breath. A small smile tugged at the edges of his lips. "That was... wow," he breathed, "Way better then my first kiss."

I chuckled. Leaning up I pecked his lips once more, never wanting to forget what they felt pressed against mine. "I know, my kissing skills have improved."

Michael stayed sitting on my lap, my hands were gripping at his thighs. "I really like you, Mikey. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."

"Me too. We could've been kissing all this time." Michael giggled.

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hey now, hey nOW! THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF!

look at that they finally kissed, and Luke finally came to his senses.

did you guys like it? Love it? Let me know. (-:

also I'm seeing one direction for the first time ever tomorrow after years of never having the money to see them. So I'm stocked and a little overwhelmed.

thanks for reading cuties!