Luke Therapy • muke

Seventeen

"You're such an idiot Luke." Michael mumbled as he dug his face into Luke's chest.

His arms were wrapped around the blonde boys torso while the other boy had his arms under Michael's.

"I know." Luke said, toying with the black strands of Michael's hair.

"I never meant to hurt you Michael." He whispered. "I honestly never did, i just thought that if i was popular, that maybe those jerks would finally see you for who you are."

"And you wanted the popularity too." Michael scoffed.

Luke nodded shamefully. "You know, if i wasn't sorry, i wouldn't have tattooed your name and a fucking bunny onto my wrist."

"Why did you even get a bunny? You could have at least got a cat." Michael said. "I like cats."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Well you see, bunnies are fluffy and cute and your hair is fluffy plus you're cute so."

Michael sighed. "Still hope you know that i have not fully forgiven you."

Luke nodded. "I know Michael. I know."

---

Michael walked through the humid hallways which were slowly being filled with more and more people.

It was as if a flood students suddenly crashed onto school grounds.

He headed towards his locker, shoving unnecessary items into it only to see a small piece of paper float to the ground.

He bent down, picking up the white sheet of paper.

Meet me at my locker after your first class.

Luke xx

Michael read over it. Twice.

He wasn't sure what was going to happen and he was scared.

Maybe it wasn't Luke but one of his so called 'friends' who wanted to hurt him.

Maybe Luke was going to tell the entire school what a stupid boy Michael was.

This had happened before. Not with Luke, but other people who just simply hated him.

He did not want a repeat of any of those incidents.

So he walked to his class, hoping for the best.

---

The bell had just rung.

Michael was completely scared as he made his way over towards Luke's locker.

"Freak." Someone spat at him as they shoved passed the black haired boy.

Michael saw the blonde leaning against his locker, his phone in his hands as his fingers rapidly moved across the screen.

"Luke?" Michael asked as the boy quickly shoved his phone into his pocket.

"This is how sorry I am for hurting you Michael."

Luke spun the smaller boy around, pushing him against the locker as he slammed his lips against Michael's.

Michael kissed back, fisting Luke's black tank top into his hands.

Gasps were heard all around them, most of them probably disapproving.

Luke was ripped away from Michael's hands.

"Hemmings! My office, now!" He heard the principal yell.

Luke turned back to face Michael, sending him a small wink before heading towards the principal's office.

[A/N: so yeah that happened.]