Word Count - 5712 (oops)
Description - You and Luke have been friends for a long time, and decide that the natural thing to do would be to take each other’s virginity.
Warnings - Yeah… really really bad smut. Like I mean poorly written. Don’t say i didn’t warn you.
Luke seemed unbearably distracted, constantly looking around, as if in fear that he was being watched. He checked his phone without reading any messages and kept giving you odd looks—nervous, apprehensive looks.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” You finally asked him; he’d been your best friend for years, and you’d known him most of your life. Even if he wasn’t being ridiculously unsubtle, you probably would’ve known that something was wrong.
“I can’t,” he mumbled, looking back over his shoulder at the play structure. You gave him a glare as you pushed your feet into the sand to stop your swing.
“I keep being scared we’re going to break these.” You noted. “We’re too old for this.”
“16 is not too old for swings.” He said under his breath, still distracted.
“I’m 17.” You reminded him, once again flaunting your age gap of three months.
But while he usually would have made some sort of snarky comment, he just nodded, and you sighed.
“Luke, this is driving me crazy. Please just tell me.” You pleaded, and without missing a beat, he responded with;
You stretched as you came into consciousness, noticing the light creeping across the floor from where the curtains didn’t quite meet. You blinked a few times to wake yourself up, then angled your neck uncomfortably to check the clock; it was 8:17 in the morning.
You waited for a while to see if you’d fall back to sleep, but as always, once you were awake, you were awake. You turned around in bed gently to face Michael, still fast asleep. You smiled fondly; your boyfriend could probably sleep through a tornado.
Still, you were cautious when you slipped out from under his arm, which somehow found its way around your waist, probably long after you’d fallen asleep, when Michael finally came from gaming in Calum’s room down the hall.
You were a little more relaxed once you’d actually gotten out of the bed; he was really a heavy sleeper. You walked into the bathroom and started to undo your braids from the night before; that was your secret weapon. You would shower before bed and braid your hair when it was half-dry, leaving it wavy and effortless in the morning.
You unzipped your organized travel bag and washed your face, moisturized, brushed your teeth, then put on your usual basic make-up (cover-up and mascara). That was the one way in which you and Michael were alike; slightly OCD. About different things, of course. While he needed a symmetrically made bed to fall asleep, you needed your get-ready routine to go about your day or night.
But when you said it was the one way you were alike, it really was. It was often a banter topic from the other boys; you and Michael took ‘opposites attract’ to a whole different level.