grey ; muke (boyxboy) ((ON HOLD))

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black. all he had to wear was black. a black sweater, black skinny jeans and black converse. but, that was okay, because michael liked black.
after his usual morning routine; choosing clothes and fixing his hair, he left home.
michael lived on his own in a very small and cheap apartment in the poor area of sydney.
he got thrown out of his mum's apartment the moment he turned 18, she being an alcoholic who didn't care the slightest about her son nor her lifestyle.

for several months after he had gotten thrown out he had to live with his one and only friend, calum. though, calum was a year younger than michael. but his parents were nice enough to let michael stay with them for as long as he needed to.

michael and calum meet up every morning and walk to school together. it had become a routine that they did every day, and it felt good for the two to know that they'd get to see each other every day. as a way to make sure that the other was always okay.

michael isn't very shy, but he isn't very talkative either. he doesn't make conversation unless it's necessary, and calum was used to this. so, they both just walked quietly until they reached school.

michael was in his second year of college and calum in his first one. although michael was very lucky to actually be in college, considering he got thrown out of his home when he turned 18, he still wasn't the best in school. in fact, he was basically failing.

but, michael being michael, he couldn't care less.

for once he and calum were actually on time for school to start. so, he got his things and walked to his first class with calum. though the two only being friends, calum would always give michael a kiss on the cheek and a smile as he let michael off by his class and then walked to his own, much like he did just now.

the action didn't come off as romantic to neither of the two. you can kiss your best friend without it having to mean anything, or at least that's how calum and michael saw it.

after calum had left to walk to his class, michael went in to his own and walked to the very back of the classroom to take a seat.
michael didn't like people and he definitely didn't like the ones that were in this college.

as michael took a seat, he slouched down on his chair and just watched as people slowly started to enter the classroom and fill it up after hand.

after barely ten minutes the classroom had already been filled with people who were all just waiting for the teacher to arrive and start the class.

it only took her a few minutes to arrive, but when she did however, she wasn't alone. beside her stood a fairly tall blonde boy who had the face of a 12 year old, the look of innocent clearly written on his face. but, what stood out about the boy wasn't his face or his length. it was his clothes. he was dressed in all white.

it took michael a few seconds to adjust to the boy's clothes, to be able to see what he was actually wearing. he had on a white sweater, white skinny jeans and white vans to go with the whole white outfit.

"hello class. as you may see, we have a new student with us today." the teacher said, a big smile on her face.

"this is luke." she said after taking a small break from speaking. her left hand was lightly placed on the bare skin of luke's right shoulder where his sweater loosely hanging off of it, his skin smooth and slightly tanned.

luke blushed slightly under the stare of the whole class, looking down at the floor, a timid smile on his lips.

the teacher motioned for luke to go and take a seat, so luke shyly picked up his pastel pink backpack that was on the floor beside him and walked to an empty seat in the back, only a few seats away from michael.

although michael had just now for the first time in his life seen this boy, he couldn't keep his eyes off of him.
it was just something about him that made him special, and michael liked that. he liked it a lot.

yayay first chapter up
ik this was kinda v short but i promise that the other chapters wont be this short!

anyway, hope you enjoyed!