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"no! please stop!" luke exclaimed. the boy was now seventeen and grew up to be extremely, overly, too polite to everyone. so scared to speak up for himself, always have to add the word "please" before he speaks.
people shoved his project off luke's grip, causing it to shatter. the blonde boy gasped and let out a silent cry. he had spent two and a half sleepless weeks on it and now it's just there on the ground in pieces.
michael was running down the hall looking for luke, excited to see the "oh so spectacular" project as luke says it is.
his pace slows down and his smile fades as he got closer to the blonde boy.
he was sitting on the concrete, back on the brick wall, with tears streaming down his face, focusing on his shattered work. a group was gathered around the boy, laughing. laughing about how luke was such a loser, staying up to do
this assignment. how luke is such a crybaby, crying at these little pieces of glass, paper, and other stuff.
and in that moment, michael's hair turns red. anger. the red haired boy runs up to the group of people, who he does not know, and shoved each one of them to the ground, not caring if the shattered glass cut them.
"never. do. this. to. luke. again." michael warned and each one of them has a terrified look on their face.
"cmon lukey, let's go." and luke nodded.
luke ended up getting an A+ on the project. not because he told the teacher about what happened, but because michael gave luke his "lame" project, which Luke thought it was fabulous and his whole face just lit up. Michael's hair turned gold at the sight of luke being so happy. a sign of true happiness and love.
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Oh and their teenagers now. maybe fifteen or sixteen.
Wow this is the longest chapter I've ever written!
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