AN IMAGE OF THE PRINCE OF PRINCES, MICHAEL CLIFFORD
"Ha! So I was right, you did lie to me!, Blake says. "I asked you if Michael's Ashton and my sister's Ashton was the same person and you lied! You knew this whole time and just sat there!".
"What was I suppose to do, Blake?! Break up Angela's happiness? I wasn't going to do that when I barely know her. I couldn't do that, she seemed so happy with him", I reply. I see Angela shake your head.
"That's where you're wrong, Luke. I'm not happy and I would have been happier if I knew what my fiance was up to. But now, I sit with a room full of people, just now finding out that my fiancé and the father of my baby has been sleeping with some dude. No offense, I'm sure you're great", Angela says. I just look down, not able to look at her or Blake.
"Okay, what the hell is going on? Did I just walk into a battlefield? What the hell is my boyfriend sitting on my best friend's boyfriend's couch?", Michael demands. Blake scoffs. I don't know if he scoffs at Michael calling Ashton Michael's boyfriend, or he scoffs at Michael calling me Blake's boyfriend.
"You really wanna know? Your "boyfriend" is married. But I have a feeling you knew that. I bet you know that he has a baby on the way. So what is it? You like seeing families burn? Well let me tell you this, NEVER come around my sister again. I don't give a shit what you do with Ashton. Neither of you are allowed near my house. I don't care how much you wanna apologize to Luke. Meet somewhere!", Blake yells.
"I need to explain", Ashton says, surprising the hell out of all of us. Everyone in the room looks at him. "I met Michael at a bar, and he thought I liked him. It went further than I thought. He was just an experiment that went too far". I turn my head to look at Michael, who absolutely looks like someone just stomped on his heart.
"Michael-", I begin. I don't have time to say anything else before he runs out the door. I turn my head to see Blake looking at me, his arms crossed. "Blake, please. I don't need this right now". I walk off into the hallway to check on Dallas.
I walk into her room and see that she's sleeping softly. I sigh in relief, close the door then sit down on the white rocking chair in her room. I hear the yelling start back and close my eyes. I've learned how to shut it out. So that's what I do.
A few minutes later, I hear a door slam. I hear footsteps and then the door to Dallas' room open. I open my eyes and Blake catches my eye. "Hi", I whisper. He walks back out after motioning for me to follow him.
He leads me into the living room and sits me on the couch, tears in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me? That's my baby sister, I love her so much", He whispers, trying to hold himself together.
"I like you so much, Blake. I adored Angela. I didn't want there to be problems. I thought I was being helpful, but in reality, I was being selfish. I am so sorry Blake. Can you forgive me?", I explain
He looks down, not saying anything. "I might be able to.. if you say yes to my next question", he says. I continue to look at him, wanting him to continue. "Be my boyfriend?". I smile and nod my head. He smiles back and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine.
We kiss for a while. After our kiss, I rest my forehead against his. "I want you around for a long time", He whispers. I chuckle softly. "Yes, I did steal that from the show "queer as folk". Don't ruin the moment, Hemmings".
"Well, I'm glad you want me around for a long time. I want you around longer, though", I say, smirking. He takes his forehead off mine and glares at me. I keep my smirk and cross my arms. "Wanna fight?". He nods his head and lunges for me, tickling me until I give up.
"Hm, looks like I win by forfeit. What a damn shame", Blake says, shrugging. I shake my head and laugh softly again. "You are amazing, even when you're not amazing. I don't know how you do it, but I definitely like it".
I put a hand on his cheek. "I know what I did was wrong. I will never lie to you again, I promise. I would never do anything to hurt you. Unless I was on top of you. Some people say pain is pleasure", I say, laughing a bit. He shakes his head.
"Sorry, I'm not really into BDSM, thanks though", he says, laughing too. I chuckle and lean forward, kissing him softly.
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His Little Girl ~A Luke Hemmings gay fanfiction~
FanficLuke Hemmings has never had it good. Once upon a time, he had it decent, but never good. Now things are just plain..bleh. He has a shitty apartment, shitty car, he works at a gas station, and now he has an annoying hooker baby momma always on his ba...
