Breadstickluke Stories

Scars are memories of pain in different ways. Some scars never heal... She's a broken girl. He's just a famous bassist. Things change when they meet... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- COVER IS BAD QUALITY BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS STORY. ITS BAD BECAUSE I AM STILL YOUNG AND I AM WRITING THIS. ALL IDEAS ARE MY OWN. THANK YOU FOR SPENDING YOUR TIME FOR EVEN READING THIS BOOK AND THIS DESCRIPTION.

Where Michael goes into a coffee shop called Cuppachino everyday, just to see the very awkward Luke. - "Hi, Mikey, what can I get you today?" Luke asks, even though he knows the answer. "The usual, Lukey-poo." Michael smirks at Luke's disapproving face. "Don't call me that," Luke calls over his shoulder as he starts preparing Michael's drink. "Don't call me Mikey, I mean, it literally has the same amount of syllables as Michael. Michael, ya' know. My name." Michael calls back.