DEPRESSED | Muke AU

Prologue

Ok, hey! Long time no see {im sorry} i kind of went into major writers block with the old 'depressed' story i wrote so i gave up on it and decided to write depressed 2.0. Hope you like this?

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l u k e

"Morning Luke" one of them slutty chearleaders called out to me as I entered the school. "Ew. Bitch I thought I told you already if you aint got nothing hanging down below, i aint hanging with you." i shot back.

Then there he was. As I finished my sass attack on the cheerteam i spotted him. Michael Gordon Clifford. The boy of talent. The boy of sexy arms. The boy whos hair changes more times than a girls emotions when they're on their periods. Damn he was fine as fuck.

I ran over to the boy who was showing off a medal he received from one of those competitions he did. I dont have a clue what it was for... Sports? Who the hell follows sports? I dont even know how to spell th- i was cut off by the urge to speak to him. "Morning Michael". Wow. Really Luke? You are stood before Gods hand crafted creation, sex on legs himself and all you can come up with is "Morning Michael?" Oh my lordy. "Hey Luke. How's it going?" "Im good! How was your summer? I was wondering if you still wanted to cary on with those tutoring sessions we were doing before the break?" I asked in hope he would respond positively. "Well, if Im honest I dont know if I really need tutoring anymore..." Michael scrathed the back of his neck awkwardly whilst breaking the news. "Oh. Okey then... I-I guess I'll just see you around then?" I responded before turning on my heals and walking swiftly away. FUCK. Luke WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! How embarassing in front of all his friends? You just made a complete and utter fool of yourself. God damnit child. I began to walk away as Michael called for me across the caffiteria. As he jogged over i turned and was once again met with the god himself. The peanut butter to my jelly. Wait, what? Seriously Luke stop thinking like that you wierdo. "Maybe I do need them turoring sessions?" "Hm? Oh! Sorry. I was erm, erm daydreaming. Yeah, daydreaming." Michael looked at me as if I was on some kind of drug. "Ok then? Start tonight? 4:15 in the drama studio? Just like old times." I didnt even respond. Well maybe I did? A smile is a response, right? Well it is to me, im awakrd af soooo...

/// skipping school day bc lazy

As the last minute of double chemistry crawled by i sneakily packed up my things in hope that the teacher wouldnt see me. "Hemmings un pack that bag immediately." Shit. Is this guy psychic or what? He didnt even look! I groaned but followed his instructions anyway.

As soon as I had once again placed my things back out on the table the bell rang signalling the end of the school day. I huffed in annoyance and once again packed up my things walking out of the room. "Again! Guys! I have to say it again? I DISMISS YOU! NOT THE BE-" the last part of my teachers rant was cut off by the classroom door slamming shut behind me as I walked down the corridor and shoved my headphones into my ears as I started to make my way to see the boy of my dreams.

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"Ok. So when you divide by a then subtract that from b you will get c. You get it now?" Michael looked like a deer caught in the headlights. A blank expression on his face demonstrated how lost he really was. "Ok here." I drew out a picture using ducks for a, cows for b and pigs for c. "Divide by the number of ducks. Subtract the answer from the number of cows and that will tell you how many pigs you have." "14." "YES!" "Wow. Imagine how much bacon 14 pigs would make?" "Michael. Stay focused. Not everything is about food."

"Will you show me that thing you do?" I asked intently. "What thing?" "The thing where you lift your leg over your head. I think its really cool." "Ugh fine." Michael called as he stood up and went to a clear spot in the messy drama studio and done his stuff. God I just loved what he looked like through them tight trousers. I absolutely wasn't looking at his bulge. "Jees Luke, is math that exciting for you?" Michael chuckled as he patted my things. "Fuck off." I shot back. Great. Now he's just seen that I get hard over him stretching. Wow. I looked up at the clock noticing that we only have 15 minutes left. That was going to be the longest 15 minutes of my entire life.

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