-- Michael's Pov --
It was our 4th day on the trip. I didn't talk around anyone except Luke. I talked less and less everyday and I don't even know why.
"Lunch time boys," Luke's mom said knocking on the door.
I rolled my eyes and put my head back down.
"Come on," Luke said tugging at my arm. I shook my head no and closed my eyes.
"Michael," he whined.
"I'm not hungry Luke," I said.
"That's a lie," he said straddling me, "Tell me what's wrong Michael."
"Nothing," I said opening my eyes.
"Michael," Luke glared at me, "You don't talk, you don't go out of this room. What's wrong. Tell me."
I sighed, "I don't want to see them."
"Why?" I asked as he got off of me.
"Maybe it's due to the fact that we are on an RV with a bunch of homophobes," I said crossing my arms staring at the ceiling.
"Michael," he said again.
"You can't argue with it," I said, "I hate not being able to act like me. I go out there and I'm basically screaming, "HEY I'M GAY AND I ACT FAKE SO YOU DON'T JUDGE ME." If I can't be me, then I wont fucking talk."
"I didn't know you felt that way," he said looking upset with himself.
"No, Luke," I said sitting up, "It's not like it's your fault or anything."
"Then lets act like us," Luke said, "Lets go out there and flaunt our gayness."
I stared at him, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he smiled taking my hand, "Let's go. My mom always tells me to act like myself so, I'm going to act like myself. Just pretend they aren't even there."
We walked into the kitchen and immediately someone said, "Woah, they are out of their room. The world is off balance." It was bad enough that I didn't know these people but now I just hate them.
"There is ham slices in the fridge," Luke's mom said, "Go make some sandwiches for yourselves."
"K," I said.
We made our sandwiches and were forced to sit with the adults.
"Michael," Luke's mom said caching me off guard, "You didn't talk this whole trip! You're usually talkative."
I just looked around at everyone's faces. All attention was turned towards me and I felt so awkward. I looked at Luke.
-- Luke's Pov --
Michael looked like he was going to cry.
"Can we change the subject?" I asked.
-- Michael's pov --
"No, we can't," she said which surprised me, "Michael, why won't you talk?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Words Michael," she said.
"Come on," Ethan said, "I know you can talk, quiet boy."
I saw Luke look at me with concern in the corner of my eye.
"Talk Michael," she said, "Just tell us why you won't."
"Talk quiet boy," Ethan said laughing.
"Stop!" Luke said being ignored.
