I walk into school, shades covering my dark, heavy eyes, and my hood over my head.
As I continue to walk through the hallways more than one teacher tells me to pull my hood down and take my sunglasses off.
I ignore them.
"Hey Bro!" I turn around to see a dimply Ashton jogging towards me, bubbly as always, with Calum trailing behind him. I wave at them and force a smile before turning back to my locker, grabbing my books and locking it shut before turning towards the preppy boys.
"Where did you go last night?" Calum asks, as we begin to walk towards maths.
I stop and glare at him. I almost choke on my spit.
"How pissed where you? Me and Noah had a fight?" I say, and they look to they're feet and let out 'oh's'.
Slightly annoyed, I begin to walk down the hall, but that's when I hear the shouting.
I furrow my eye brows and jog to catch up with it. I wish I didn't; though somehow I'm still grateful I have.
I see Michael curled up as they tare through his bag, turning it upside down and looking through note books and personal items and they've got his phone in his hand.
His feminine, petite body is shaking as he begs at them to stops and struggles to fight onto his feet.
"Ugh, everything about you is gay," a boy I don't even know the name of spits.
And if someone hurting the most precious thing in the world was enough to piss me off, the fact that they're bringing sexuality into this pisses me off even more. So what even if he is gay? What's it got to do with them?
If only they knew about me.
"Luke-" Ashton begins, trying to grab my arm but I yank away only to shove the main asshole onto the floor and he grunts.
"Fuck are you saying to Michael?" I spit, glaring at the other boys who have all frozen.
They remain silent. I almost grin.
"That's exactly what I thought," I say, I step forward and they all cower back slightly.
That's the thing about me, to the eye I'm a lanky, tall blond kid with tattoos and piercing and black clothes, but I still look like I couldn't hurt a flower. I don't have any muscle. But me, being weird, I manage to defy the laws of physics because I can beat the absolute shit out of someone if I want to. Not that it's anything to be proud of but it does have its advantages.
"Now, pick up Michaels stuff, nicely, and place it back in his bag," I order, and they all do so, scampering around and not daring to look me in the eyes. "Thank you. Now apologise," I say, and they look at me like I told them to shoot a puppy. "What? Want me to repeat it?" they shake they're heads quickly before turning to Michael and apologising. One by one.
"And?" I push, smiling.
"I'm sorry for calling you gay," one of them mumbles the one I pushed over.
"I-it's f-f-fine, I a-am," Michael stutters and I swear my heart stops. Just for a second.
He's gay. He's gay. He's gay.
I mean, I've always appreciated how feminine he is. Too loose shirts, fitting in different places, and just his mannerisms. I always loved it, but I never thought too much into it. I just assumed he's straight like every other human in this school, but he's different. I knew he was.
I almost feel myself burst into tears of relief as I look at him in disbelief.
He's gay. I'm gay. Only god knows where this could take us.
We all remain silent and Michael can only glare at the floor, uncomfortable, and I feel bad.
I tell the assholes that they can piss off and once they've disappeared I kneel down in front of Michael.
He won't look me in the eye, for a moment I care and feel hurt, but then I decide I don't and just pull him into me.
"Are you okay?" I ask into his neck. I inhale his scent and notice, only now after all this cuddling we've done, how beautiful it is. Like Flowers mixed with honey; almost as sweet as sweet as his pink lips.
"I-I'm fine, L-Luke, t-thanks," it's the first time he's ever said my name and it's the most beautiful sound in the whole universe. His voice alone is, but just him saying my name in his soft, cute, silky voice is just-
I can't.
"Come on," I say, offering him my hand to help him up, he takes it and once again electric runs through my body. His hands are so small and cute.
He stands up, and I let go of his hand and he brushes off his tight skinny jeans.
"You're not leaving my side ever again," I grab his hand and we walk to class.
As we stop outside, I still realize his palm is hidden in mine and I let go. I look of hurt crosses his face and I feel the guilty blush creep up my neck.
Beside us Ashton and Calum watch me curiously, both of they're eyebrows furrowed.
We all walk into the class and the teacher stops, looking at us.
"And where have you boys been?" I gesture for the other boys to sit down and they give me a funny look but to so. I gesture so over to his desk and whisper some lame ass excuse. He believes what I say and I strut over to my seat, having to contain a smile.
*
"Hey, wanna go get pizza later?" Ashton asks, as he keeps in pace beside me.
"I err... I told Michael I'd do something with him," I explain awkwardly, playing with the sleeves of my flannel.
"That's fine, he can come!" Calum chirps. I can't help but smile.
"Thanks," I mumble, shoving my books into my locker, and awkward silence building between us and I can tell Ashton is just bursting to say something.
"So... what's the deal with you two then?" he asks awkwardly, holding onto his neck.
"What do you mean?" I ask a little quickly.
"I mean you and Michael... bro, if you want to tell us something, we wont judge, we love you no matter what," Cal says, filling in for Ashton, who nods, appreciating him for speaking in turn for him.
"No! We are just friends," I say, playing with the strap of my bag as we walk towards Michael's class, ready to pick him up for the end of the day.
"Just friends," Ashton repeats and I nod, glaring at the floor as we walk.
Just friends. That's all we are; he wouldn't love me. He never could.
I'm just a punk boy with tattoos who likes to wear black, and he's a slightly feminine boy, a beautiful boy, who deserves to much better than me.
He deserves everything. And I can't give him everything.
But maybe, unlike everyone else in this god damn school, he doesn't want that.
He doesn't want perfect, he wants the truth.
*
Hello, sorry it took me a while to update! but i hope you enjoyed, it was only short and just a filler but idk.
also i've got another story called 'Stars' and it's a muke fanfic so check that out aha, remember to keep voting. ilyasm, bye xx
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Fanfiction"You were his life line, when he was drowning in this world, and you let go," Or; The one about Michael, the quiet, painfully shy boy who stutters when he speaks and has just moved to Sydney High School, and Luke, the popular punk boy, who just wan...
