Lonely {Hemmings}

Michael Knows My Secret

Journal Entry 7

Oh, Michael.

What a broken boy.

If you havent guessed already, I visited Michael today.

He came in the visitor greeting room shaking and frantically looking about.

He looked discussting.

He smelled, his finger nails were gooped with dirt and his newly dyed red hair was unkept.

When he came to me he hugged me as hard as he could.

I asked him why he wasent replying to my letters and he told me he was scared of the mailman.

That was Michael. . . right?

That scared boy was Michael?

Or was there a mix up and Michael Slifford showed up?

(((Cue laughter)))

He told me he knew my secret but, when i asked him what secret it was he said he would make an 'exchange' for it.

When I asked him what the exchange was , he smirked.

He sat back in his chair and gave me a look I only thought serial killers could possess.

He asked me about a girl he used to date named Kasandra.

I said i knew her and he gave me an ugly grin.

He came closer to me and whispered, "You've got a think for boys, huh?"

I gave him a bewildered look.

How did he know?

"No?" I verbalized.

"It's ok, we're all human here Luke."

I thought for a moment.

Did it really matter if he knew?

I mean, he dosent really have anyone to tell.

"Ok, fine. . . i'm gay."

He smiled again.

"Now that i told you your secret, you have to do something for me."

"What?"

He giggled.

"I want you to start dating Kasandra."

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((((notice michaels hair color changing please)))))