You & I~Muke

-Michael-

updateeee- hello beans, i would just like to let you know that this first chapter of this isn't the best, but i can promise you this is one of the best stories i've written and i'm really proud of it, so just give it a chance; thank you, i hope you enjoy and keep smiling bc youre beautiful:)))

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I'm anxious. It's not an unfamiliar feeling to me, I'm always anxious, but today, it's for a different reason.

School, a new school, with people I don't know and in an area foreign to me.

To say the least, human interaction isn't my thing.

I take a deep breath and pull my sleeves down even more, my palms sweaty.

"Michael? You okay?" I snap my head up to see my dad looking at me with concern, allowing himself to turn his attention to me for only the brief moment of the lights turning red. Luckily, my dad is driving me to school, so I don't need to get the bus. God, that would be torture. And I know what you're thinking, lame right? But as well

As me not wanting to get the bus, he insisted.

My dad knows how I am, how I can be.

It all started a year ago, when my best friend, Emily, died from lung cancer. And then three weeks after that, I tried suicide. I took a bottle of sleeping pills and downed them with a bottle of vodka. I remember the swirling lights and the dizziness as I slipped out of consciousness, content with the thought that I wasn't going to wake back up.

But I did.

And sometimes, when I break down in public, or rip myself out of nightmares at night, I wish I didn't.

After a few minutes I realize I haven't even replied, only day dreaming, like usual.

But aren't we all day dreamers wanting to be completely out of touch with reality?

I guess some more obviously than others, right?

"I'm fine," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Though I'm not.

I haven't been for a year, but that's the lie I keep feeding people with, and they believe me.

I'm waiting for the day I tell someone that and they look me in the eye and correct me, I'm waiting for the day to tell someone that and for them to pull me into a hug and reassure me it's okay that I'm not okay, and that things will get better.

But let's me real, that's not going to happen.

Nothing good ever happens to me.

I'm just the broken boy with a lot of baggage no one is willing to help me carry.

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I step out the car without a word, ignoring my dad as he wishes me good luck.

I must say, I give him a hard time; it's only me and him left in our small family, apart from our cat, Teddy, and I push him away.

Mum left a few years back. It wasn't easy for either of us, but then I lost Emily as well, and that's when I had decided I'd had enough.

And that's when I started pushing everyone away, including dad. But he still tries; I'll give him for that. And I do love him; I'm just not very good at showing my emotions.

I sling my bag onto one shoulder and let it hand at my side.

I take in a deep breath as I walk through the gates and hear everyone stop talking. I get a few kind looks, but mostly judgemental, dirty looks. I bite down on my lip and rush hurriedly into school.

My heart pounds frantically like a hammer in my chest and I rush into the bathroom.

Well, more like straight into someone.

I'm sent flying to the floor and suddenly everyone around me bursts out laughing. I look up with horror in my eyes to see I bumped into the most beautiful human being I've ever seen.

Blond hair, Blue, blue eyes, lip ring, tattoos, and angelic features.

Everything goes blurry as he looks at me; and he does. He looks at me for what must be forever, and I forget as I feel the blood rushing from my already pale skin, and as my hands shake and as the knot of anxiety tightens.

But I'm soon snapped to reality when I hear a word. The one word that's taunted me wherever I go.

"he must be gay, looking at you like that," a boy standing next to him mocks, it slaps me with realism and I soon begin to scramble, and with shaky hands, collect my belongings scattered out of my bag.

I pick up my books, my note book, my art book- private art book- and then I see it.

My necklace glimmering across the floor. My eyes widen and I go to reach for it but somebody else does.

I feel like throwing up.

I grab my bag and put it back on my shoulder before standing up, attempting to face the big ass guy that took it.

Just looking at his broad face pisses me off.

"G-G-Give it b-back," I whimper, my voice trembling terribly.

"Or what gay boy?" he teases and I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying. The Locket was my mums; it was the one thing she left me before she disappeared into the night. Inside has a photo of us two, and on the other side, a photo of Emily and I.

I don't know what do reply with. How do I reply? My tongue is tied and I go to respond before someone gets there first.

"Just give it back, Noah," I stop a moment. Whoever it was stuck up for me. For me.

I take my eyes away from the floor to see it's the blond boy.

The blond boy is sticking up for me.

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed that, and I just want to say, I promise the story will get better, this is my first ever muke fic, so I didn't know what to write in all honesty, and I did only create this acc today, I do have another account, but people I know IRL are following me on there so I didn't want them to know if I wrote a muke fic, lol.

I don't have one single clue what's going to happen in this fic, I literally just wanted to write, so some bits may be a bit off aha.

but please comment, vote and share, it means the world to me, ily:))xx

yeah, so please give me a chance, i'm a lil rusty:))xx