When You're Fanboy Af (Muke)

0.1 - Don't Worry.

*Michael*

I don't really like High School. All the shoving and the pushing and running around. Honestly, I don't understand why British people like it so much. I want to go to an ordinary British school, or even a Japanese one, that has a home room where everyone is friends. That would be fun. I'm only in Luke's Science, but also French and Geography class because we were forced into it by the school as one of our subjects, not that I mind though. Whilst Luke sits with Chloe, on the next table to the right I sit next to a guy who shares my name. There's 8 people in my class, and only 12 in French, so I enjoy both of them equally, as both teachers are nice and it's easy to take part in the lessons. I don't have a problem speaking in these classes either, whereas everywhere else (with the exception of Music) I seem to struggle talking. It's not that I'm shy, it's just an incapability to speak incase I mess up and I get judge for it or something.

I was approaching my maths class when Calum stopped me mid track, grasping my arm and forcing me to turn around.

"What's up," I asked, watching the people begin to divert into their classrooms slowly. He let go and smiled smugly.

"Well, I heard a little rumour, and you know what I'm like with rumours," he began.

"Good at determining the fakes?" I said with a hopeful tone, to which he chuckled.

"No, gullible and judgemental. I heard you stared at Luke the whole night last friday," he said cocking his head to the side, expecting an answer. I always told Calum everything, so it'd be impossible to say no to him now.

"W-well yeah. It's not my fault you all made us sleep in the same bed." Guilt washed my mind as I remembered the entire thing. I remember gentling touching his arm in his sleep, sort of just caressing it, like a creep. Obviously, if he was awake, he'd have probably shoved me off or something by then, but I kept doing it until he moved his arm, probably thinking it was an itch or something. I then remember my hands reaching for his face, and my thumb just gently brushing over his lips gently, desperately trying to hold myself back from climbing on top of him at that very moment and forcing my lips to his. But that could ruin a good friendship.

"Tell me more in music," he said sweetly, the end of his lip turning upwards into a small smile. He enjoyed gossip, but if there was something about me, he would always get me to confirm it or deny it, and he'd trust me enough to believe it. I'd known Calum so long now, that I could trust him with everything but my food.

Whilst he shuffled to his Maths class, I walked into mine. We had a new teacher this term, since our old one left to go back to university or something. He was cool. Maths was probably my best subject, since everything had a single straight answer compared to English, where everything you say is judged. I sat down and let the lesson drone on.

At break, I spent it with my friends in the next year up who were going to be leaving this year for college, which was disappointing. After break, I had a quick lesson of Science, which I hated so fucking much. Luke is in that lesson but we don't even sit remotely close to each other, which is a shame as I never have anyone to talk to. Then came lunch, which again I sat with my other friends in the next year. A lot of what I do comes from them, but I've never been very open with them. It's more of a banta crew but I guess that's fine. I've only cried in front of them once when I was having a break down for some reason I don't remember, and they're all great people, but most of them have anxiety or depression or something, so I just think it's unfair to burden them with my own problems. I talk to this girl, Emma, the most, who has anxiety, who I talk to the most about stuff, and I seem to be the one to cheer her up if she's ever upset. We just sit their singing 'Don't worry bout a thing," by Bob Marley, which ends up upsetting us more, but it does help. I guess. It's just our way of saying we care.

So after all that, I guess I have a lot of friends. I fit into two friendship groups, and I'm respected in both of them, but, even after all that, there's still this emptiness, like talking to people is just so hard to me. I often find myself suffering in silence, as I like to put it, if I ever feel sad, but I know I shouldn't. And the situation with Luke was no different.

I got to music eventually and sat down in a practice room with my guitar whilst Calum fiddled with a keyboard next to me, awkwardly adjusting keys and playing random songs whilst I just sat there strumming the ice age theme.

"What are you going to do with yourself?" Calum asked out of the blue. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and a confused expression.

"What on earth-"

"About Luke. And Ashton." Don't remind me about Ashton. I didn't really want to bother with him right now. I shrugged my shoulders in response, which caused Calum to give me a sympathetic smile.

"You got to do something buddy. I don't mean to be rude, but everything you're feeling for Luke right now seems to have spanned from Ashton." I sighed, probably accepting that as truth.

"What would you know? You have no idea what happened with me and Ashton," I snapped, rather unexpectedly. He let out some kind of held breath and smiled.

"I know enough to know that my friend is torn in two."

I looked at him with a soft smile, appreciating his words. We sat in silence for a couple minutes, not even bothering to play our instruments until footsteps arrived at our practice room door, and our Music teacher Mr. Leckie came in, asking us to show him what we've been practicing.

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UUghhh this is pants but I dunno what to do with it xD. Oh well, this will just make it more fun and challenging. Michael doesn't even show any emotions. Btw if you haven't figured it out, Ashton kinda broke Michael's heart.

Ciao o3o