pink skirts and punk love (muke a.u.) [discontinued]

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Luke

First day of school after long breaks was always skirt-shopping day, a particular day that I enjoy quite a bit due to my 'mild' obsession with skirts.

I walked around the row of streets that has cute little boutiques, pretty much middle-class prices, not to expensive. I loved this street of shops. Not only the fact that they had superb quality and designs, the customer service was awesome too.

They didn't really care about the fact that I like wearing skirts. Some chose to not bother and others gave me suggestions from time to time about which piece was in new and suited me.

I was feeling a black or denim skirt today, more of a grunge taste (hopefully not influenced that stupid Michael), so I decided to visit my favorite shop that specialized in those dark colored outfits.

I walked into a neon lit area, waving at the gorgeous lady at the counter. Her name was Lisa and she had been one of my close friends since forever.

"Hi Luke! Here to get some skirts?" She grinned at me.

She had amazingly dyed blue and pink hair, she had a lip ring like I did and a nose piecing. She was dressed in tights and an oversized muscle tee, accessorized with her name tag from the store. Her hair was tied up into a high pony that rested on her shoulders nicely.

"Yeah, do you have any new black ones that I would like?" I smiled back at her as she started to use the store search engine.

"Hmm... Looks like we have two new skirts that came jn just yesterday. Want me to get it for you?" She replied when the details popped up on her screen.

"Sure, I'll have a size 10!"

"I know what to do," she said before waltzing into the storeroom.

I looked around the store and saw some jumpers and pullovers that I liked, so I decided to try them on too. Lisa returned back with the skirts. One was a lacy one and another was like a school girl skirt. I proceeded excitedly to the changing rooms.

Once I tried the stuff on, I headed back out, excited for my purchase when I accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh it's you again," I heard a familiar voice.

I looked up, only to see Michael standing in front of me. My apologetic expression changed to a haughty one as he just stood there, possibly waiting for a apology.

"Looks like you're getting some skirts," he said mockingly and I kept my mouth shut.

"Would you let me see them?" He held out his hand, hoping for me to give him my items.

"No," I rejected him but he continued standing there.

"Please?" He tried.

I shook my head.

"If I apologized for what happened in the morning?" He tried yet again and I bit my lip.

Part of me wanted to tell him all about my obsession with skirts, yet another wanted to hate him for trampling on my flower crown earlier that morning.

I gave in and handed him the skirts.

「Author's Note」
Here is my ultimate confession:

I have a fuckin huge crush on luke robert hemmings okay bye ;D