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It's been one year.
One terribly long year since I seen Michael.
God I missed him so much.
His hair.
His smile.
His voice.
Everything.
I couldn't believe it when he asked me to meet him at the park today.
I was nervous as hell.
I didn't know what to wear.
I rummaged through all of my clothes for about an hour before I settled on a Nirvana shirt that hung off my shoulder slightly, and a pair of dark gray skinny jeans.
I pulled on my Converse, looking at the clock.
I had 10 minutes to fix my hair.
I grabbed a gray beanie, not wanting to waste any more time, and slid it over my hair.
Grabbing my phone, I locked the door.
It was cold outside, but my body felt like it was on fire.
I was staring at the ground as I walk around the park.
It was when I heard the familiar voice that I looked up.
Sitting on one of the swings was Michael.
His hair was a light shade of blue, and he was wearing his glasses.
He had on a Pierce The Veil hoodie and black skinnies.
He looked just as I had pictured him.
Smiling, I walked over to the swings, sitting next to him.
He turned to me, his green eyes seeming lost of all color.
"Hey Luke." He smiled weakly.
"Hi, Michael." I breathed out.
We sat in silence after that, swinging slowly as we watched the birds fly above us.
"Do you remember when you caught me with Ashton?" He said, pulling a cigarette from his pack.
I cringed at the thought, nodding slightly as I watched him struggle to light the cancer stick.
Taking the cigarette from his mouth, I set it between my lips, lighting it with ease before inhaling the smoke.
I never like the taste of smoke, but I grew accustomed to it after various make-out sessions with Michael.
"Thanks..." He mumbled as I handed the cigarette back to him.
He sighed. "You never did let me explain why I was doing that stuff with him."
"You didn't need to explain yourself." I mumbled, looking at the ground.
I got up to leave. If all Michael wanted to do was remind me of how much he hurt me, I wasn't going to listen.
I felt Michael's hand on my wrist. "Just hear me out, yeah?"
Looking down at his hand wrapped around my wrist, I nodded slowly.
He took a deep breath.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you, I really wasn't. I asked Ashton to help me get better at... well, everything." He said, looking up at me.
"You were the first guy I ever truly loved, and I wanted to make you feel special."
I hadn't realized I was crying until Michael stood up, wrapping his arms around me.
"You... you loved me?" I asked, my voice soft.
I felt him nod. "And I still do."
I pulled back slightly, looking up at him.
"I love you too, Mikachu." I smiled softly.
He chuckled, at the nickname I presume, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.
I pulled back suddenly. "Why did you wait a freaking year to tell me this?"
He blushed, pulling something out of his pocket.
"Luke, I have loved you since the day I met you back in 7th grade, and I will always love you,"
I felt myself smile at his words as he got down on one knee, opening the box.
"Lucas Robert Hemmings, will you do the honors of making me the happiest man on the face of the earth? Will you marry me?"
Tears had begun to stream down my face again.
"Yes, Michael. A million times, yes!" I said, nodding vigorously.
He smiled, standing up and wrapping his arms around me tightly, picking me up and twirling me.
He set me down, pecking my lips as he slid the ring on my finger.
"I love you, Michael."
"I love you too, Lukey. To the moon."
"To the moon."