-- Michael Pov--
I COULDN'T JUST SAY YES?! I had to fucking kiss him and ruin everything?! I ran into my house and didn't close any doors except the one to my room. I heard footsteps but I didn't care for anybody at the moment.
"Mike," I heard Satan's voice say (step mom).
"What the fuck do you want?" I asked her.
"Did your boyfriend break up with you?" she asked with a smirk.
-- Luke's pov--
I ran into Michael's house and up into his room assuming that's where his step mom was going. I stood out in the hall listening to their conversation.
"Did your boyfriend break up with you?" I heard her ask. Who does she think she is?
"Can you fuck off for once? You don't have to know every detail of my shitty life. Just leave me alone for God's sake. I hate you so much. Don't you see that?" He said. I know he was crying. His voice sounded like he was about to break down.
"Listen Michael, I am your mother-" she said.
"NO YOU ARE NOT," he went off, "YOU WILL NEVER COMPARE TO A WOMEN LIKE MY MOTHER. I HATE YOU!!" He was obviously not holding back the tears anymore.
"You're stuck with me, like it or not," she said, "I am your fucking mother and you will respect me like her."
"I'd rather kill myself than respect the ground you walk on," he said. My heart was breaking.
"WANT ME TO PULL YOU OUT OF SCHOOL AND STICK YOU INTO ANOTHER SO THAT LUKE BOY WILL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN?!" She yelled.
"I swear to God, if you do anything to hurt our relationship, I will burry you right beside the lake," he said in misery. He said relationship though.. not friendship..
"You're lucky your father isn't here right now," she said, "You're lucky."
"I'm lucky?" he said in mockery, "How fucking lucky is having your mother ripped away from you and killed? How fucking lucky is having your father in the army and not hearing from him in three years? I don't even know if he is alive for God's sake. How lucky is ruining every relationship you make?" he broke down, "How lucky is it losing someone like Luke."
"Michael," she said a lot calmer, "He is alive and you probably didn't even ruin your friendship or relationship with Luke. Did you read the letter?"
The letter! I looked in my pocket and found it.
"No, I left it at Luke's," he said, "Can I have alone time?"
"Sure," she said walking out coming face to face with me, "actually, no."
"What?" he asked as I walked in.
He looked broken. Tears still running down his eyes, his face was all read, his hair was all messed up, and he just looked broken.
"I'm sorry, Luke," he said turning away from me. He was on the floor instead of his bed. I shut the door behind me and went over to him. I sat down behind him and wrapped my legs around his waste and my arms around his upper body. I was holding the letter in one and opened it with the other.
"Luke-" he started but I cut him off by saying "sh."
I opened the letter. It was from the school.
it read:
Dear parents/guardians of Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford,
We usually do not send letters like this but due to all of the mishaps at school and around school property, we strongly suggest cyber school. blah blah blah.
~Mr. Peters.
"He wants us to Cyber School?" Michael asked after a minute.
I threw the letter behind us and hugged him from the position we were in. This way, he can feel my love for him without him loving me.
"Luke," he said again.
"No, Michael," I said hugging him tighter.
"I'm guessing you saw that episode," he said playing with his bracelets.
"I heard everything," I said hugging him with all of my love. I rested my head on his shoulder blade.
"You're still Michael to me," I said, "No matter if you're broken, breaking, or fine. You're still Michael and I love it."
"Luke," he repeated. I felt a tear drop on my arm.
"Turn around," I told him.
"No," he said.
"It's cute that you think you have a choice," I smiled.
He chuckled, "Luke," he repeated.
"What, Michael?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry," he said. I stopped hugging him and sat across from him.
"Look at me," I said.
"No," he said still crying.
"Michael Clifford," I said cupping his hands in mine, "Nothing to be ashamed of."
He looked up at me and searched my face. We sat there for about five minutes in silence.
"Yes," he finally said.
"Yes what?" I asked looking at his tear stained eyes.
"I am gay," he said looking back down, "I'm not proud of it but- but nothing. I'm not proud of it but it is who I am."
"I knew it," We heard a voice say. I looked at Michael's face. Nothing but fear showed on his face. He sat still staring at the floor.
"Michael," I said getting worried.
"No," he said.
"Michael," I said standing up as he stood up.
"No," he repeated, "No, you did not just act fake."
"Michael," I repeated with tears threatening my eyes. I was so scared of what was going to happen.
"You gay little faggot," she said.
Michael walked towards her but stopped when I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Michael," I said, "Do not stoop down that low. Please, she is teasing you. She just wants a reaction."
"Faggot," She said smirking, "You're a faggot. Do you know what happens to faggots? THEY GO TO HELL."
"I'll see you there," he said through his teeth.
--Michael's pov--
The only thing keeping me back was Luke.
"You poor little faggots," she said walking around us in a circle, "Must be a shame for your father to have to live knowing his son is a faggot. Oh, wait, he doesn't. Poor guy doesn't even know his own son."
I lunged at her but Luke pulled me back.
"Stop Michael," he said taking my hand, "She is just-"
"Just what faggot?" she asked.
"I swear to God Lillian, if you don't fucking stop," I said.
"What'll you do? Faggot boy?" she smiled.
