"Mr. Clifford," I begin, running a hand through my hair as my wooden chair lets out a creak.
"Please, Luke, call me Daryl," he smiles, sadly and I smile back.
I take in a breath and begin again.
"Daryl, what... what do you mean?" I ask, lacing my shaky fingers together under the table, as he looks into the distance, almost dramatically.
"He's so going to kill me for this," he laughs miserably and then proceeds anyways.
"well... the other day, when you were here, after Michael got hurt, Monday..." he stops, shaking his head."God, you only met him five days, he's so in love with you." he laughs and I snap up my head.
"What?" I ask, my voice almost alarmed; not that i have any right to be, I'm fucking head over heals for that shit.
Daryl laughs.
"Not literally, though you do know he's gay... right?" he asks, his face suddenly serious.
I quickly nod, and his face floods with relief.
"Don't worry Mr. Cliff- Daryl, I'm gay too," i laugh and he lets out an 'oh' before laughing himself. shit, shit, shit, shit. That's the first time I've said that out loud to any body, and I can't tell if I'm really happy or sad, but all I know is that it fell off my tongue before I could stop myself.
"In that case, no funny business!" he laughs, winking and I force myself to laugh too. "Anyway, it's not a problem, but I saw you looking at a photo of this girl and Michael... her name was Emily. She was such a lovely girl, and they were best, best friends. She only died last year, a couple months before Michaels 17th. He was devastated and fell into depression, and his boyfriend left him.... He... he tried s-suicide," I stutters out, choking out, his eyes tearing up and I lay a hand on top of his briefly.
But I'm breathless, and I don't know what to say.
Michael? Suicide? I can't even imagine it, I know hes not happy, and that he's anxious and sad and fragile, but suicide? I can't... I just can't imagine it.
"Luke, you okay?" Daryl asks, catching my attention. I realize my eyes have brimmed with tears, I blink them back furiously and blush. "It's surprising, I know... but I think it started with his mum leaving, he was only 12 and she left unexpectedly, and took our money." He explains, answering my question I was tempted to ask earlier. "H-He's just lost so much, and when his boyfriend broke up with him, he spread rumours and that's why we moved here, it was just so difficult for him, and when he spread those rumours, he got bullied, and he stopped eating... it just was a horrible time; it's why I'm so protective, I don't want anyone to mess him about anymore, he cant deal with it, you seem like you'll treat him well, friends or..." he stops and the blush reaches my cheeks.
"We're just friends, and I'd never do anything to hurt him, I promise," I smile, and Daryl smiles back.
"Go see him if you want, I've got to finish cooking dinner," he says, standing up and I follow his lead. "Would you like to stay? You can sleep over if you want, as long as your parents are okay with it!" he grins and I smile, grateful for his offer.
"Thank you, my parents won't really care," I laugh bitterly and his face falls sadly.
"Oh, in that case, you're welcome any time you want, Luke," he touches my shoulder and sadness washes over me. I thank him before walking away with my head down.
I walk towards Michael's bedroom and push the door open shyly. I take this opportunity, as I'm finally not in a rush, to study his room properly.
On his red walls are Fall Out Boy, Blink-182, All time low and multiple other band posters, there is a shelf and I run my fingers across the romance, science fiction and fantasy novels.
His bed sheets are blank and simple, and he has a toilet next to his room, which makes it quite odd, seeing as there are two toilets and showers in their small house.
Michaels face is smushed against the pillow, making his cute cheeks squish, and when I accidentally nock his black guitar over, he opens his eyes sleepily.
"Sorry," I whisper, cringing as I set it back to where it was leaning against the wall. I let my fingers linger on the familiar feel of the strings.
"Can you play?" Michael asks his voice sleepy and cute as hell.
I nod. "I haven't played in forever though," I smile at the memories of the time I used to spend in the practise room and that then moved onto singing, writing songs and playing in my bedroom. But that's before my sister killed herself and everything went down the drain; my parents argued for a while, and then began to blame it on me, that I took up so much attention and they forget to look out for her.
Of course it was my fault, everything always was.
I loved my sister, Evie, more than anything, she was beautiful and incredible and she loved me. She listened and loved me; but she was also the good girl, with great grades and perfect hair and a good life, and I was undeniably jealous of that.
After she died I turned to tattoos and piercing, her death hurt me more than anything, and what better way to hide the scars and imperfections on my skin, that my parents seemed to hate so much, than cover them with ink.
"Your dad said I could stay over for the night, my parents.. Well.. Yeah, is that okay?" I ask, fiddling with my thumbs.
I watch as a big juicy smile appears on Michaels small, plump lips, and he nods.
He gestures me over to his bed shyly, and I scuttle over. He scoots up a bit over on his double bed, and I kick off my black converse and as soon as I sit on the best, I feel the sexual tension in the air.
I can't tell if it's awkward or not, but the funny feeling in my stomach returns and I can tell Michael feels the same as he shifts awkwardly.
"Mean girls?" he asks, turning to me, smiling as he bites his lip.
I watch his teeth chew on the flesh.
"Mean girls," I grin.
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Hello, sorry i took so long to update, I've been busy! but i'm on half term from now on anD GUYS SOUNDS GOOD FEELS GOOD IS SO DAMN INCREDIBLE OML IT CAME OUT TODAY- OCT 23RD 2015 (ANYONE READING NOT 23RD AS THIS IS PUBLISHED(- BUT UGH IT'S FUCKING INCREDIBLE I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THESE BOYS AND I FEEL LIKE THEY'VE SAVED MY LIFE AND THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND I'M JUST.
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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...
