You & I~Muke

-Luke-

YOU ARE VERY WELCOME:)))

I see his eyes fill with disbelief as I tell Noah to back off.

And here I am again, feeling hurt, again, because every one seems shocked I'm a nice person.

It happens all the time; I mean, just because I wear black and have piercing and tattoos doesn't mean I don't have a heart.

I'm punk rock, but the cuddly kind of punk rock you know?

But as I look at him I catch the gorgeous green in his eyes, standing out against his pale, pale skin, and I watch as the light from outside hits one side of his face and he looks like an angel himself.

I feel my jaw hanging open but as I come to my senses I slam it shut. I can't be caught staring at him, though I could for days, I cant. I'd be given the same label as him... gay.

The word makes me shudder.

For years I've lived in fear of it, only to be in fear of myself. I can't seem to admit it, and I want to, oh how I want to, but I'm scared of what Calum and Ashton, my best friends, would say. They're not homophobic, I just can't imagine coming out to them, you know, they don't seem... I don't know.

I study Michaels time table that's in my hands, I picked it up when he dropped it, only to see we have next period together. And second. And third. And fourth. And fifth.

He's almost in every single one of my classes.

I weird feeling fills my stomach and I've never experience it before. It feels like butterflies and-

Wait. So this is what they mean when they say 'I've got butterflies'.

Oh.

It's always in those sappy romance novels just about before they're going to go on a date or kiss or meet, except it's different with this Pink coloured haired boy. I've literally just met him.

And only looking at him gives me butterflies.

Oh god, this is going to be difficult.

I hand the cute-

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I can't think like that.

I let out a breath, feeling everyone eyes on me, confused at my awkwardness.

Start again.

I hand him his timetable back before grabbing his arm and pulling away. Underneath my grip he tenses, but I tell myself not to take it personally, he just seems like a person who would tense.

Once we are finally out of the crowd I let go of his slim arm, shyly he turns to me.

"You've got every lesson with me," I begin awkwardly, suddenly feeling grateful Ash and Cal aren't here to see me. He nods silently, looking at his cute ass pink vans.

"Are you okay?" I ask cautiously, my voice shaking in itself.

I don't even know what I am doing. Why am doing this to myself? He wouldn't like me, he doesn't like me, and he never could. No one does.

But he's just so gorgeous and I-

No.

"I-I'm f-fine," he stutters, and I wonder if that's just something he does, because every time I've heard him talk he's stuttered. It's adorable.

"No you're not," I sigh, leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry about them, want to know something?" I whisper, inching closer to him on the wall, only in time to see the blush creep up on his neck. I smirk.