YO I HAVE A NEW STORY OUT CALLED "WE DON'T CARE" THAT'S TEACHER!MIKE AND STUDENT!LUKE SOOOOO YA YOU SHOULD CHECK IT OUT...,,

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"Luke! My beautiful son!" Ms. Clifford exclaimed as the blonde walked in through the pizza shop doors.

Luke smiled, holding out his arms to accept her hug. "I got my license! Drove here right after I dropped off Mom."

Ms. Clifford squeezed him, rocking him back and forth in her hug. "God bless, you can just waste your life here now." She turned around, heading back to the counter where Mike leant against the cash register, a smirk upon his lips. "I mean, this pest already does that." She messed up her actual son's hair before going to the back.

Luke jumped up on the counter, turning his body until he faced Mike. "Hey."

"That's probably unsanitary. You could get us shut down," he half-joked. Michael looked behind him, making sure his parents were in the back. He stepped in-between Luke's spread legs, leaning in to kiss him warmly. "Congrats on the whole driving thing, you can stop bothering me now."

"You're so rude, fuck off."

"Hey, our relationship is 50 percent insult-related humor." He rested his hands on either side of Luke's hips, playing with the flannel tied around his waste. "I haven't had food in, like, seven years. I'm going to order something in, do you want something?"

"You work at a pizza shop, why are you ordering food?" Luke asked as the boy turned his back, taking out his phone.

"A human can only have so much pizza in their lifetime, Lucas," Michael said as he startled dialing a number.

"Not my name!"

Michael started to order grilled cheese from a nearby store, obviously not understanding why Luke was cracking up. Luke found it abnormally hilarious that the boy working at a pizza shop was ordering food in. It just didn't make sense to the blonde boy.

Luke hopped over the counter once more, taking a seat in the front booth. He took out his phone, answering a few messages from his mother so she knows he isn't being irresponsible.

Maybe Michael holds him down a bit, makes sure he doesn't get in too much trouble. Michael is definitely something Luke needs in his life.
Mr. Clifford came out of the back next, sitting down across from Luke. "I brought you pizza, Mama Cliff was worried you hadn't eaten yet." He placed two large cheese slices in front of the skinny blonde.

"Your entire family is my lord and savior, honestly," Luke responded as he began eating. He technically already had a lunch, but there was never a bad time to eat more pizza.

Michael pushed Luke over in the booth, sitting next to him and across from his father. "I ordered some grilled cheese, by the way. Should be here soon."

"You ordered food?" He asked. "Michael, you work in—."

"I know! But I want grilled cheese!"

Mr. Clifford rolled his eyes, "I have never been so disappointed in you. Do you see the pride leaving my eyes?"

Luke laughed as he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin.

"Dad!" Mike whined.

"We should have had another son, one that wouldn't order bread with cheese when that's exactly what we make here."

"But, it's different!" Michael said, "It's like toasted, and has two slices of bread! We just make triangular shaped bread with sauce and cheese, you know?"

"I don't even know what to say to you. I really wish I could fire you right now."

Michael looked over at Luke, hoping he'd defend him in some type of way. Luke just tore off another slice of the pizza in his hands and gave Michael a cheese-y smile: all pun intended.

"I dare you to fire me. Mom would just yell at you, not me. She'll probably give me a raise."

"We pay you?!" Mr. Clifford asked before shooing his son away. "Go eat your fucking grilled cheese, I'm gonna talk to my favorite son."

Michael stood up, just in time for his delivery.

Mike's father looked back at Luke. "You're my favorite son, why don't I pay you? You do more work than him!"

"I can still hear you!" Michael said from the other side of the store.

"Stop yelling in my store!" He yelled back. "Anyways, Puke, we're booking a summer trip to our house down south, do you think your actual parents would let you come with?"

Luke couldn't stop the smile from rising. "Er, they probably will. It might take a little bit of begging, but I'm sure they will."

"We need someone to entertain doofus over there. Karin and I get sick of him so often." Mr. Clifford made sure to raise his voice with every word.

"I don't fucking need this," Michael whisper-yelled as he went back into their booth. "I need a new father." Mike opened up the styrofoam lid, taking out the top hot sandwich. "And, do you realize you can't actually fire me? I legally own a third of the business. So, ha."

Luke nervously chuckles again. He was never quite good with conversations, especially when the parent of his lover was involved.

"Son, I will find a way."

Mr. Clifford did indeed like Luke a lot, and he didn't like a lot of people. The middle-aged man would never admit it, but somewhere deep inside of him hoped that Luke would end up part of the Clifford family. One day, preferably not soon.