Punk, more or less

Frozen Screen

AN/ So this is the first chapter, also my first time writing FemLuke and FemCalum! So I'm sorry if you don't like it! The story will start as 3rd person pov until sh*t get's real :p I'm sorry for the use of the word 'faggot' and other names being called and used as a bad thing (do forgive me :( )

ALSO HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Get out of my way Clifford!" Luke yells at Michael, pushing the smaller lad harshly.

"You done my homework?" Luke yells at the boy standing next to Michael. Michael rubs his shoulder and is about to leave but he gets pulled back by Luke.

"The fuck you think you're doing faggot?" Luke asks him, slamming him into the locker. Michael whimpers as one of the locks digs into his back. Luke moves to stand closer to Michael, his hands crunching up Michael's shirt as he pressed him more into the locker.

"You think you can get away? That easily?" Luke hissed, his dark blue eyes glaring at Michael. Michael doesn't reply he just shakes his head quickly.

Not going in to details about what happened to poor Michael but later that day he went home with a limp from a big bruise on his left thigh, pain in his ribs and a cut on his cheek.

Luke went home feeling like shit, like he always does.

Michael pulls his sweater over his head and looks over at his housemate and long time best friend, Ashton. Ashton was punk rock and he showed it off ALL the time, just like Michael he was full of tattoos, he had small stretches in both ears, snakebites and a piercing in his left dimple. His hair a dark green/gray color because he liked it but unlike Michael Ashton only dyed his hair like once a year.

"Sup mate?" Ashton asks, ignoring the limp because he knew Michael got beat up but he also knew Michael didn't want any help.

"Nothing much, can I have food?" Michael asks Ashton, Ashton nods and goes to get the dinner he'd been preparing. Ashton doesn't go to school anymore, he works at the gym down town. He starts at 4 am because he has to set up everything and then some people show up at 5 am because they have to work at 7 and want to get their workout in early, his shift ends at 2 pm so he then comes home and starts cooking for when Michael is back. Michael laughed when at first Ashton complained about having to take his snakebites out, but apparently Ashton was good for business, female business that is. Michael snorted at the memory of Ashton coming home and telling him all about how this girl was flirting with him and he had to flirt back because the gym is whoring him out. They aren't really but the boss told him to flirt back whenever he could.

Michael grabs his phone and goes on tumblr, smiling as he sees PenguinLover has posted a new picture, he clicks on it and looks at the outfit the boy chose for that day. It was a white fluffy sweater with a light pink skirt and rings in the shape of strawberries and cherrys on his fingers. Michael smiled and bit his lip as he looked at the picture. He'd been creeping on the guys page for weeks now but he never dared like a picture. He started scrolling through the pictures, it was pictures of the boys clothing outfits for the day, pictures of new clothes he bought and of nail polish he got sometimes even new panties. The guy however never showed a picture of his face, Michael understood though his tumblr page was full of pictures of his leather boots, his ripped skinny jeans, his tattoos. There were a lot of pictures of him shirtless because he had tattoos all over his chest and back. He was getting close to being to pictures that are over a year old, going through reblogs of clothes sites and things that PenguinLover reblogged, laughing at a few posts about bands the boy liked. His eyes widen at the picture he'd first seen, lace red panties and the guy had a bit of it in his teeth and he was pulling the other side. It's the closest picture there is to showing the boys face but it was over a year old.

"FOOD!" Ashton suddenly yells making Michael press something on his screen right before it slipped from his hands.

"SHIT!" Michael cursed, picking up his phone and smiling when he saw it wasn't cracked but his eyes widen at the page, he just fucking liked that picture!

"NO!" He screams at his screen, desperately pressing whatever to make it go away but the screen froze and Michael hugged Ashton in a desperate attempt to stop freaking out.

"What happened?" Ashton asks him, rubbing a hand down his back.

"You make me like that guys picture Ashton! And my screen froze and now what am I supposed to do! That picture was like a year old! And he was fucking posing with panties! Oh my god Ashton! You just ruined my life!" Michael exclaims, Ashton just pushes him away and looks at the screen, smiling at the picture that was still showing.

AN/ The beginning of the end, lololol Michael likes a year old picture... also I don't use tumblr so any mistakes I make on the 'use' of tumblr #SorryNotSorry bc this is how it works in my story!!

Also Picture at the side is what Ashton looks like in this story, minus the nose ring :p