Opposites Attract. || Muke Clemmings

~Chapter 1 ~

[[ Luke's P.O.V ]]

Who would even understand me? Maybe girly girls, I guess, because they do what I do. But the popular ones definitely don't, as well as the goth ones obviously. I enjoy, being who I am, and that's what matters.

I enjoy the feeling of playing dress up, or going to make flowercrowns in the park. I love putting on my makeup, and no, I don't put on five layers of it like Nicki Minaj and crap. But, I do wear it and enjoy it.

Ever since I was young, about 3, there would be signs I liked girls clothing and make up. I would try on my mums makeup and clothes, and I enjoyed it, so I kept on doing it until now. I'm kind of insecure about it. But what boy wouldn't be? With all the judging. Anyways, I wouldn't play with Ninja Turtles or Power Rangers like the other boys. I loved playing with my collection of Bratz and Barbies.

But, I knew I was a boy. I knew I was in the right body. People mistook me as transgender, but I wasn't. Many doctors said I am transgender, and I wouldn't grow out of it, because I am 17. But, I just enjoyed being this way, and that's nobody's business other than my parents.

Neither did I do it for attention, I did it because I enjoyed wearing my skirts and the color purple and pink. I love wearing hair bows and painting my nails red. My step-dad was always skeptical, worried that I would get teased or bullied, but he told me he wouldn't mind if it was what made me happy.

It was pretty bad, since my real dad left because he thought I was freak for doing this. It hurt, but after a while I got over it. Our family now is pretty nice, they were accepting and didn't judge anyone.

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When I woke up, I heard my alarm clock blaring to the sound of Demi Lovato's voice from the song 'Really Don't Care', which she sang at the gay pride concert, which always makes me happy to know there are people there for me.

I stretched and got out of my bed, which looked like a typical rich girl's room, but just for a boy. My family has a lot of money, so my mum spoiled me when my dad left and I blamed myself. There's hard wood flooring, two purple walls and the opposites white.

I washed up and then went back in my room, doing my makeup, which was simply mascara, lip gloss, eyeliner and a hint of blush. I changed into a red and black plaid skirt, black shirt, leggings and black boots.

Once I was ready, I brushed my quiff and smiled at how long it's gotten. I like my hair long, it's cozy and makes me feel happy inside. After setting a red flowercrown on my head, I went downstairs and grabbed my blue bag off the table, and saw my mom chatting with my step dad, Robin.

I grabbed a banana off the table, and opened the door, and shouted over to mom, "Bye guys, Love you."

They smiled and waved goodbye, as I went out the door and walked down to my bus stop. I wasn't allowed to drive yet, even though I was 17, my mom didn't think I was ready, but I could wait, because by the time I could she'd buy me a nice car. So I just take the bus for now.

Once I was at the bus stop, I saw Ashton. He's my bestfriend, we became friends when we were only 11, because I wore a dress to picture day. I got teased, of course. He stood up for me, and said "Well I think that's pretty freaking cool!" And ever since then, me and Ashton have been two peas in a pod.

"Hey Mikey, lookin good as usual." Ashton chuckled, eyeing my outfit. He doesn't like me, I think, but he's bisexual, our "thing" is just mutual, I guess. He compliments on my outfits a lot though, which always boosts my self-esteem.

I looked at him, a Blink-182 tee shirt and blue skinny jeans, "You're so boring, put a little spark in your life!".

"Nah, I'm good being just myself, plain and boring." Ashton shrugged, taking out his phone and saw it was almost time for the bus to come.