Flower Crowns and Fuck Boys

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Luke didn't mind Michael's presence at first. He still doesn't, even though he knows with Michael comes sadness, heartbreak, and the overwhelming sense that he must please him, or else he failed. Michael was nice at first. He used to always come to Luke's house, he would invite Luke to play Video games with him and Jack, despite Jack's protests, and have conversations with Luke, in a nondemeaning manner.

It was all going great until Luke started going to Michael's high school. When Luke started high school as a freshman, Michal was a senior. At first, Michael would be polite when Luke greeted him in the hallways, offering to walk him to class and eat lunch with him when he got the chance.

Then Michael started ignoring him. It started with just ducking away from him in the hallways, or seeing him and walking the other direction. Luke always wondered what he did wrong to make Michael want to ignore him. Every day it got worse, it went from ignoring him and avoiding him, to homosexual slurs and even sometimes shoves.

All of Michaels friends laughed at Luke, not a single one having a hint of remorse for the boy. Luke's chest lit up with pain and anger when he saw Michael. The burning starting from the middle of his ribcage flowing down his ribs seemingly one by one, making his stomach to turns and making Luke queasy.

Hot tears flowed from Luke's eyes every day after school, as he walked home through the cold and the heat of the year. Luke didn't understand why Michael hated him so much. He didn't understand the burning passion Michael had for hurting him.

Was it a game Luke just didn't know the rules too?

It was sick and Luke didn't understand, but he still found himself defending the green haired boy when his friend Ashton or Calum would say things about him. They would tease him about him having a crush on someone who hated his guts and even though they were just kidding it offended and upset Luke. He knew they were right he just didn't want to accept the truth.

Michael would tease luke during their occasional run-ins at the bathroom until Luke looked like a huddled ball of pink sobbing to himself in the corner. Michael hated Luke, but for all of the wrong reasons.

He hated luke because of the way he made Michael feel. He hated the small boy who made his heart clench like Luke had stuck his small hands right through Michael's chest and just squeezed the organ that Michael had portrayed as stone cold. Honestly, it hurt Michael seeing Luke this way.

Most of all, Michael hated that the small boy didn't want him back. For years Michael sent the innocent boy gestures, whether is was brushing their hands together in the hallways as they walked to lunch, or staring at him with loving eyes until Luke noticed as they played video games. Michael hated that he couldn't stop hurting Luke. Maybe it was Michael's poisonous personality that made him keep doing it. Maybe Michael just wanted Luke to feel the same pain that he caused him, the heart-clenching, breathtaking pain that overwhelmed Michael daily. This was the pain that could only be caused by someone who doesn't love you back.

Michael was so caught up in his own deep, angry poetic thoughts about the abuse and torment he caused his lover that he didn't realize he was pushing Luke to the edge. He didn't know that night after night Luke cried himself to sleep, thinking of all the ways Luke could make himself like the tall, skinny blonde headed girls Michael distracted himself with. He didn't know that Luke's mother was becoming suspicious of the mascara stains that blotched Luke's rose print pillow cases.

Michael was killing luke, whether he realized it or not. Luke hated himself so much he began to feel disgusting in his own body. He would wear baggy sweatpants and hoodies to school, he stopped dressing up like he loved to do, his hair was never styled, and his makeup box began to collect fluffy gray dust. He thought if Michael could see how much he suffered he would stop.

Michael never stopped.

Luke told himself to forget whatever thought he had of being with Michael. He told himself that even if he wasn't Michaels emotional and physical punching bag, their relationship would be wrong and pedofile-ish anyways. Michael was an adult now, living by himself in the apartments down the road, working a nine-to-five job, supporting himself and his music and art career. On the other hand, Luke was still practically a child, Michael graduated two years ago when Luke was a freshman.

Luke didn't even have his own car yet, which was slightly embarrassing as a junior in high school. Everyone else was working a part-time job, balancing school and life and figuring out what they want to do as a living, while Luke sat at home scrolling through Tumblr and reading smutty fanfic.

Plus, Michael and Luke never saw each other, aside from the times that Michael would go over to his house and see Jack. Sadly, even in those small intervals of time, Luke would end up in tears from the mean words Michael would say.

He normally hid in his room when Michael would come over, but Michael would sometimes catch him off guard and terrorize him with awful words, leaving mascara trails down Luke's face.

It's not Luke's fault his totally super duper gay and totally super duper in love with his brothers poisonously addictive best friend. 

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Hey, so I finally updated this. I'm seriously under so much pressure from trying to get my grades up to struggling with major drops in motivation. It's bad. 

I'm seriously so overwhelmed but Christmas break is in a few days, so I'll try to update more. 

Anyways, you should totally check out my other story, and I've gotten a suggestion to start a larry fanfic ;-) (if u want that u should comment and if it gets enough I'll try it out) 

thank you guys so much for reading. I'm really trying to fix it all, so like, bare w me. Keep in mind I am a teenage writer and I struggle with chronic depression (but what millennial doesn't) so my writing is not professional AF and it probably never will be. I'm sorry for the grammar, and any other mistakes. 

I love u all