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trapdoor

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Luke knocked on Michael's door, his hand was slightly shaking as all he wanted was to hold a can of beer but he was trying, he was really trying not to.

"C'mon we have to talk." He sighed listening to his friend cursing loudly.

"L-later." Michael called back, the sound of something rattled in the room -- he'd dropped his bottle of pills because of how bad his hands were shaking. He couldn't help it though, he was simply angry at himself. He felt stupid for not realizing that everybody else noticed his flaws.

"Michael seriously open the goddamn door."

"Why?"

"So we can talk!" Luke groaned which only made Michael feel worse, he felt like he was annoying even Luke -- he felt like he annoyed everybody and he hated it.

But Luke was just irritable and suffering from withdraws, he wasn't angry or annoyed with Michael.

"F-Fine." Michael hurried to shove his box under the bed and pulled down his sleeves, his face distorted to a look of sheer pain but he still made his towards the door to unlock it.

Luke stepped back and held his shaky hands behind his back as he watched the door begin to open, behind it revealed a sad looking boy. Not his Michael, this boy has dark circles under his eyes that were rimmed red and was practically cowering away from Luke.

"A-are you sober?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Normally when you're drunk you hurt me," Michael whispered.

"I what?" Luke gaped at the boy.

"You like h-hit me and other things." Michael muttered pulling his sleeves over his hands.

"No, no, you're lying. Michael you're lying. Please tell me you're lying." Luke held his face in his hands, his mind racing in denial, his hands shaking in need of a bottle of alcohol.

"I-I'm not lying."

Luke stepped closer to Michael who took a step back.

"I wouldn't ever hurt you." Luke said lowly, his voice sent shivers through Michael's body.

"Youve said that before Luke." Michael said softly, his hand made its way to his neck as he remembered the times Luke's hands had wrapped around it, or his lips pressed against it.

"I-I'm gonna go," Luke muttered, he needed a drink but he knew that was wrong so he was going to talk to M.

And Michael, he was slightly heartbroken that Luke didn't apologize or anything, he simply ran off like everybody else.

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that was short af, but yolo

theres been so much drama and shit lately i wanna scream

anyways, how was your day my lovely nuggets?

also ily a lot and you can always come to me if you need/want to talk (:

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