cinq

Michael plopped down across from Luke at study hall. The entire table moved as Luke picked his head up from the table. He wiped his eyes, not happy from being waken up from his slumber. "Fuck you."

"Come on, West Hills, you're a fucking mess." Michael placed his backpack on the space next to him, unzipping it and pulling out binders. No one sat at their table, everyone else had their own groups to be with.

Michael was used to be alone, he was content with being alone. He learned to live his life without having other friends in his life.

"I'm always a mess." Luke sat up, leaning his elbows on his table and taking a deep breath. "How are you doing?"

"I might look fine," Michael said, "But I am definitely dying inside."

Luke turned his head, giving Michael the thoughtful eye. "Is that a Twenty One Pilots song?"

"No, you idiot." Michael was disgusted with his lack of knowledge about the band he has dedicated his entire life to. "How dare you?"

Luke put his hands up in defense. "It was an innocent question!"

"I guess it's kind of a Blink-182 reference, like the whole 'we'll have the times of our lives although we're—,' you know what, never mind." Michael had dedication towards music. He could analyze every song, point out the theories (or lack of theory) in every single song that filled his ears. "Anyways, I have an art exam next period and I don't know anything."

"It's art," Luke said.

"Apparently, saying 'It's just art' gets me a week-long detention." Michael opened up a beat up journals, flipping through pages. Most pages would start with a few lines of notes, but quickly stop and be taken over with drawings and doodles.

"Do you draw?"

Michael shook his head from left to right, "I don't really know how to art."

Luke pointed at a few doodles. "These are pretty good, though."

"I've become quite good at looking like I'm busy so people won't bother me."

Luke laughed before opening up his phone, finding some social media to distract him for the next half hour of study hall.
They sat in silence, Michael taking glances up at Luke here and there. In all honesty, Michael had a huge crush of Luke, but Mike was also positive Luke was straight as Mike's direction to hell.
Luke was just so cute. He had this tiny button nose that the older boy wanted to boop every single day. He had perfectly shaped eyes that turned up the slightest bit on the ends. They were colored blue, a hue so light that they were only barely tinted blue.

"What?" Luke asked. Michael's eyes were tracing over his face so calmly, he was lost in space, Luke could tell.

Mike looked at him, quickly knocking himself out of it. "I was just thinking, instead of studying art, we should just make art with our bodies."

Luke blushed, a crimson hue spreading through his cheeks. "Was that a pick-up line?"

"If you want it to be one."

Luke didn't know how to respond. He just looked down at his phone, hiding the stupid smile on his lips. His best friend made him quite happy. It made their forty-seven minute study halls bearable, maybe even enjoyable.