Hobbit and Stretch||muke (boyxboy)

Hobbit And Stretch: [Two]

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The words pained Michael's head. He heard them over and over until he woke up.

"Michael!" Cece shouted.

People swarmed around him asking things like, 'Are you okay?' and 'Why'd you do that?'

The headache pounding in Michael's ears made him force his eyes shut, covering his ears.

"Michael-" he heard a whisper.

"Luke! Get out of here! You're not helping!" That was Michael's mother, Karen.

Michael sat up slowly. He opened his eyes to shut them once more. He signed the words 'need water' to the direction he believed his mother was in.

She came back with two ibuprofen pills and a plastic cup full of water.

He put a hand on his head as he forced his eyes open. He was in the school nurse's office. Nothing too bad then.

Luke looked like he had been beaten up further than Michael had already seen and Michael really didn't like the sound of that.

The words "You really shouldn't have done that, Luke." Pounded in his every thought, every move.

After a few hacks, Michael cleared his throat and asked weakly, "Can everyone but Luke leave for a minute?"

Every face in the room mirrored the next; utter shock. But the one face that instantly made Michael cringe was Luke's. He was smiling sadly, bruises littering his face. After every one left, Michael began.

"What the hell just happened, Luke?"

Luke's smile slipped off his face as he shuddered. He straightened up quickly, "I didn't mean to push you, Michael. I really didn't. It's just- you saw..." Luke trailed off into uneasy quick breaths that turned into hyperventilating.

"Luke, breathe. It's okay. Inhale to six, exhale to ten. You'll be alright." Michael said, attempting (and succeeding) to soothe Luke.

"Luke. I don't want any 'b.s.' here. I wanna know. Who did this to you?" Michael's left hand traced a bruise high on Luke's cheekbone while the other danced on his sleeve. Luke shivered.

He gulped, "My face? That was Ms. Caroline Marie Clifford." Michael snorted, Luke giving him a lopsided smile.

"Her middle name's Stacey, you goof."

Luke smiled and leaned in, pecking Michael on the lips before his eyes shot open. Luke quickly shuffled out of the room, not uttering a single word to the awestruck boy left in the nurse's room.

Luke's P.O.V.)

I didn't have the guts to tell Michael. I should have. I know that whatever is going on between us affects him too. I mean, it has to.

I went home last night with the god awful taste on my tongue. I knew beforehand that I was gay, there wasn't any doubt about it. But this taste on my tongue and the pain in my back brought me to tears.

What would Michael have done if I told him that I was raped? What would he have done if I told him it was Tyler?

These questions swarmed my head like flies and I lost all will to bite back tears.

Here I am, laying in my bed. Covered in ugly bruises, crying over a boy who hurt me, wishing I had my "worst enemy" to cheer me up.

What the hell is wrong with me?!

Michael's P.O.V.)

I can't help but feel the need to protect Luke. He looked so broken, so fragile. Like a gust of wind could break his China dollface and he'd just blow away.

I know he didn't tell me the full story. I know that he was hurt. Abused. Possibly even attacked. I lay down on my bed, hoping he was okay. Hoping he needed me as much as I feel the longing in my chest.

I don't like this foreign feeling of want. I want Luke. I can't deny it now. I don't know if I want Luke to be mine. But I need him right now. I need to know he's okay.

If he's not okay, I'm not sure what I'd do.

I started to write down lyrics, and I got carried away. Soon enough, a whole song was spread out on my paper. The paper that automatically succumbed to my will and appeared out of nowhere.

I sung the lyrics quietly,

"Cross my heart and hope to die
Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
I've lost control and I don't want it back

I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
It's a fucking drag

I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine. Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine.

It's better to burn than to fade away
It's better to leave than to be replaced
I'm losing to you, baby, I'm no match

I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
It's a fucking drag

I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine. Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine.

Yeah

Just one more hit and then we're through
'Cause you could never love me back
Cut every tie I have to you
'Cause your love's a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
Your love's a fucking drag
But I need it so bad

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine. Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine.

Yeah."

I felt Luke's lips dance against mine again, my hand reaching up to stop my lips from tingling.

"That was beautiful. Didn't know you guys kissed." I jumped half a mile into the air.

I relaxed when I noticed it was Cece and not anyone else. Natalie and Alyssa would have killed me. Ashton and Kaysen would have laughed their asses off and called me gay (jokes on them). And the triplets (Lucy, Jack and Calum) would have told Luke for sure.

"We're the only ones home, don't worry. I just took the girls to ballet and Calum took the boys to the footie game." She laughed.

"So, you do like Luke?" She questioned.

I wrestled with myself as I nodded solemnly.

"I knew it. You guys are going to get married for sure." She laughed again.

"But Luke doesn't like me, Cece."

"If you saw how he looked when you were unconscious, you'd be able to tell exactly how he feels too."