The Mute || m.c. au ON HOLD

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// fixed,edited //

Michael kicked a small rock on his walk to the bus stop, for some reason he had the urge to break stuff. He wanted to light things on fire and just go crazy, but in his need to ruin things others get hurt. It was like an addiction, like he couldn't control exactly what he did once he started.

And he just couldn't let that happen again.

He sighed at the sight of the two jerks that rode his bus. They were currently wrestling each other, just for the fun of it.

"Ryan, look it's The Mute" the blonde one, Tate, patted his brothers back in attempts of him metting his gaze on the boy dressed in all black.

"I'm not falling for that one again" Ryan shook his head, huffing as he tackled Tate to the sidewalk.

"Seriously dude look" Tate pointed, Ryan followed the direction of the finger. Smirking as his eyes met Michaels. Michael looked away, pretending he could care less that the two were preparing to torture him.

But in reality, he was scared out his mind. They've never actually fought him, not yet at least. They just push him around a little and call him names, from time to time bring up irrelevant past events just to make his skin crawl.

"Well well, funny seeing you here" Ryan walked towards Michael, never tearing his eyes from the silent boy.

'I ride the bus to school everyday dumbass' Michael thought, though of course he wouldn't say it aloud.

"Where ya going?" Tate copied Ryans actions.

'School... you dumbass'.

"He's going to school stupid" Ryan pushed Tates shoulder, sending him flying slightly into the rode before he regained his balance.

"Cat got ya tongue?" Ryan teased nudging Michael as he walked slowly around him.

"Yeah" Tate squinted his gaze on him "Cat got ya tongue?" He nudged Michael. As always following everything , Ryan, his older brother did. He was like a one man crew, backing up everything the leader said with pointless comments.

"For fucks sake" Ryan groaned "Do you literally have to copy my every move?".

Tate ignored the question and nudged Michael again "Say something" he spoke stopping at his ear. He leaned in closer to Michaels face, his lips now only being an inch apart from his ear. "You know you wanna" it came out almost as a whisper, as if Tate was trying to seduce him.

Michael didn't care about a guy seducing him, he played for both teams. But when the guy is Tate Morgan, and he's seconds away from actually saying something hurtful, he just wasn't interested.
(Bisexual Michael, ur whale cum)

Ryan stood in front of Michael, giving him no choice but to look at the blue eyed jerk directly spot on.

"Why aren't you talking Mute? Still feeling guilty?" Michael watched the word 'guilty' roll right of his tongue. That's exactly how he felt, and in all honesty that's probably all he was ever going to feel.

A screeching sound indicated the big yellow bus had arrived. Michael could see numerous heads poking out from the windows through the corner of his eye. They were just waiting for a fight.

Ryan pushed Michael to the ground by his shoulders, feeling satisfied with their morning routine torment. Even though it didn't last as long as it usually did, which Michael was grateful for.
***
"My favorite color is black, what about yours?" Lola questioned still trying to get Michael to talk to her.

Michael sighed and looked in the total opposite direction, he would rather listen to the teacher go on about whatever class this was instead of hearing this girl blabber on meaningless questions.

"It's probably black" she quietly spoke.

Michael raised an eyebrow as he wondered why she came to that conclusion. Luckily she couldn't see his face, he didn't want her thinking he was listening to anything she was saying.

"Because you wear a lot of it" she backed up her statement.

'Wrong' Michael thought 'it's purple'.

And as if she had read his mind at that exact moment she changed her decision "though maybe it's purple". Michael looked at her, surprised that she got it right even if it was on her second try.

Lola perked up now that she knew Michael was listening, and she was happy she got his favorite color right... Even if it was on her second try.

"Because" she began, hesitantly reaching for Michaels wrist. He let her, confused but interested in what she was doing. "You have this one single purple briaded blacelet, it's different from the other meaningless band bracelets filling your wrist. I always see you pick at it, like it has something, for example a sentimental story behind it".

Michael was impressed at how accurate she was, though of course- he didn't let his face show it.

"And" she begun "You always write in that black notepad thing with a purple pen". She referred to the journal Michael wrote all his feelings in. Good and bad, the bad ones usually tallying up more than the good ones.

"I thought maybe you wrote with a purple pen because you're just a bit feminine" she shrugged.

Michaels eyes widened at her words, he's feminine? Sure he likes guys, as well as girls, but he didn't think there was anything feminine about him.

Lola noticed the change in expression and quickly added on "Don't get me wrong, you're manly- I guess. You just have really soft and pretty lips, and the way you walk.... it isn't rough and rugged like other guys. Not saying you walk like a girl though".

She thought his lips were pretty? She actually noticed the way he walked?.

Michael took in the fact that someone actually looks at him, like really looks. It felt nice not being the only one doing it for a change.

"So" she smiled "Favorite holiday?".

'Halloween' he mentally answered the question, now not minding so much that he was actually being talked to.

"Mine is Halloween" she answered, clueless to the fact that she had something in common with Michael. "Christmas is too depressing, as well is Thanksgiving, I'm too old for Easter, and every other holiday just sucks" she backed up her answer.

He tilted his head, hoping she'll get the mental message about wanting to know why Christmas and Thanksgiving was depressing for her.

"My family is, I guess you could say- broken" she started "My dad died when I was like six, my mother is still torn over the fact it was partially her fault so she um... drinks and stuff. I have a baby brother, but he's too young to understand anything I say to him. So he's just a good listener" she chuckled to herself at the last part.

"I don't really have much other family, I have aunts and cousins but they don't talk to me only because of something my mom did. So yeah, it just makes Christmas and Thanksgiving horrible for me. Everyone else is sharing dinner with thier big happy family and I just buy an already cooked turkey leg from Wal-Mart and share it with Dustin. My baby brother".

Michael was surprised Lola opened up so easy to him, it was something he didn't do often. More like ever.
***
Lola was satisfied with todays accomplishments. She actually got Michael interested in her one-man conversation. Even if he didn't talk back, she knew he was thinking loudly in his head.

And for now, that was enough.