Michael Clifford was staring.
He didn't know what the fuck he had eaten but his stomach was doing this weird floppy thing. His hands were clammy and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
The world was fucking spinning.
Shit.
As the lanky, blue-eyed boy leaning against Michael's locker threw his head back and fucking giggled, he knew it wasn't anything he had eaten that made him feel like throwing up on his scuffed up vans.
No, it was the knowledge that he was in love with Luke Robert Hemmings.
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Fanfictionwhat's a bi to do when he's in love with his best friend? -song(s) fic-
