Luke +
"Shut up!" I whisper harshly to the dark haired boy handing over money.
"Someone is here..."
I scan my surroundings slowly. Nothing.
"People should know that this is my spot" I mumbled out.
"Thanks for this lukey. I've been needing it." The dark haired boy praised me. He is definitely on something.
"No problem, calum." I said kicking a piece of glass from an old beer bottle.
"Now run along before someone reports us" I tell him.
With a quick nod calum jogged away.
I shift in my place for a minute, looking around for the person I heard before..
Must have ran off.
I made my way through a fence around the back if the building and crossed a highway.
By the time I was about four minutes from home I asked myself if I should even go home tonight.
I mean, my mom is used to me not coming back home for a certain amount of days. But I decide that I am too close to home to walk back into the city now.
"I'm home" I yell throughout the house.
"I am surprised you showed up" smirked my older brother jack.
Jack thinks he is so much better than everyone else just because he got into university.
Well boo fucking hoo. I make more money in one day than he will make in a week.
I shoot him a look telling him to fuck off.
My mother walks in. Damn it.
"Lucas, you smell like weed. What did I tell you about smoking weed?" She asked sternly. ( I am aware that his name is not Lucas )
"Kay." I say looking down at my phone.
"You say 'Kay' every goddamn time we have this conversation, Lucas."
She sighed.
"When are you going to grow up and realize that drugs are not everything...?" She asked not expecting an answer.
"Drugs are money mom." I say in a 'duh' sort of tone.
She sighed and walked In to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Jack gave me a smirk.
"Fuck you." I say slapping him up side the head.
Michael +
I walk through the door to my house and see my mom passed out on the couch with a wine bottle in her grasp.
"Drunk bitch..." I mumble to myself.
I grab a pink lemonade out if the fridge and jog up to my bedroom.
I set the leftover of my money down on my white desk and sit on my bean bag.
I pull out my laptop and log into tumblr. Nothing new. Instagram. Nope. Twitter. Nah. (Who uses Facebook x'D)
I scroll through my news feed on Instagram to keep busy but my mind keeps going back to that blond boy and his drugged up friend.
It puzzled my mind. How an one sell drugs and have a good reputation? How can one do drugs and have a good reputation?
It was just so confusing to me.
I cleared my mug and stood up and walked over to my radio and turned on some Ariana Grande and turned down the volume to a relaxing level.
I walked into my small, cramped bathroom and slid off my black t shirt.
I looked at myself in the mirror...
Fat
Ugly
Faggot
Go die
Unlovable
Nobody
Loser
I quickly turned around shunning my own reflection. I sighed. I just wished u was Normal and could be just like everyone else.
I hated how different I was.
I left the bathroom and walked other to my radio to skip a song.
I walked around to my bed and just stood for a minute.
Why do I have to be like this? I asked myself in my head.
Why am I so different.
I'm short. (5'1)
I'm fat (114 lbs)
I'm ugly (adorable)
I have to hide who I really want to be to keep myself from societies judgment.
I sighed and unbuttoned my tight black ripped jeans.
I slid then down my legs and off onto the floor.
I was ready for a nap.
I was left standing there in my tight black knee socks and my pretty pink laced panties.
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MEEEEEERRR
What do all of my beautiful kittens think if my story so far? Opinions in Luke and Michael?
What should Ashton contribute I my story and what romance would you like to see in future FICs? Ilygsm!
-suicidesos (sorry if there are typos.)
