little red | muke

0.3 ~ gay

things in italics are flash backsksksksk

"i told you ashton, you owe me ten bucks." a raven haired boy said.

"i knew he was different but i didn't know he was straight up gay."

i feel as though i should explain. michael has two friends that give off the same inhumane feeling as he does. and they showed up. here. while i was just about to leave. fucking great.

"well its been nice meeting you bye," I say, quickly walking away.

"not so fast blondie."

i wince, turning around slowly.i plaster an awkward smile on my face.

"hi..." i manage to say.

"poor kid, doesn't even know what he's getting into."

i gave them a confused look at the boy, his name was supposedly ashton.

'' okay whatever kid, we'll let you go but think about it if you ever think of coming back.'' 

after that being said a quickly scurry away and grab the basket i had left outside. finally, i go to grammies.

long story short, i saw her. we talked. i said bye. she said bye. the end.

by the time a got home it was sunset and mother was waiting outside of the bakery.

''oh there you are dear! i didn't think you'd make it in time.'' she says, a hint tiredness in her voice.

"yeah, um, grammie wanted to chat for a bit.'' i mumble.

''well that's good, why don't you head upstairs and get ready for bed.''

''okay mother.''

by the time i get up to my room i start thinking of the things that had happened not that long ago as i undressed.

first my shoes and socks.

"you know, you're very pretty baby."

then my cloak.

"so, so pretty. just for me."

then i drag my sweater up my chest and drop it to the floor.

"please michael, please just touch me."

then my skirt gets dragged down my soft pale legs.

"this is gonna feel great baby, trust me."

my delicate hands sliding down my chest.

"i'm scare- fuck michael that feels so, fuck."

down to waistline of my lace underwear.

"shit what was that, do it again."

dragging down slowly.

and lets just say, i came for the second time that day.

soooo how was ittttt ;))))))