The Playlist |Muke|

Mr. Brightside

Flashback: Michael

His laugh was music to my ears. I had never seen him this way before. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of the blonde haired boy with glassy blue eyes and very pink lips. He looked amazing. His shirt fit him just right and he really could rock skinny jeans.
But this wasn't my Luke.
My Luke had been replaced by a 16 year old drunk sitting in a dark room.
My Luke was a sweet and shy boy. This Luke was loud and confident.
Which is what made me want to pull away.
But it's also why I didn't.
The blonde's fingertips brushed against my cheeks and lips. It wasn't long before his hands found their way to my hips and his lips found mine.
Here I am. I'm kissing the most beautiful human being I've ever laid eyes on.
So why am I not happy?
Why does this not feel right?
Just wait. It'll be okay.
Luke broke our kiss and I felt his lips connect to my neck.
"No."
I squeezed my eyes shut but I could still feel Luke move away.
"What?"
I opened my eyes to see a disappointed Luke looking at me.
"I-I just...can't."
I pushed him away.
"I'm so sorry. I thought...I thought you wanted to...I didn't realise..
I'm sorry."
"No Luke, don't he sorry-"
He stood up and pulled at his hair, obviously frustrated.
"Luke-"
"No. No. Stop. I don't want to hear anything from you. Don't say sorry to the little boy with a crush on his best friend. I get it. You like girls. I can never win."
He stomped out of the room.
I like girls.
He's right.
I do like girls.
I.
Like.
Girls.
I.
Like.
Boys.
No.
I like Luke.
I like my Luke.
Not this Luke.
I want to kiss my Luke.
No I don't.
Boys do not like other boys.
My gaze wandered over to a lone bottle of beer.
Boys like girls.
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Flashback: Luke

I needed to apologize. I was drunk. I would tell him that. I didn't mean anything. It was the alcohol talking.
I don't like you Michael.
Boys don't like boys.
Boys like boobs.
Boys like kissing girls.
Boys like girls.
I wandered around until I found him.
I just barely see him through the door that was slightly cracked open.
I went to push it open when I saw her.
A beautiful dark haired girl was sitting in his lap.
She was kissing Michael.
My Michael.
I felt my chest tighten as I noticed the smile on his face as she nipped at his neck.
I wanted to walk away but I couldn't stop myself from seeing how happy he was as he pulled off her clothes.
He was happy.
With a girl.
Boys are happy with girls.
Boys like kissing girls.
Boys like making love to girls.
Boys like girls.
Boys don't like boys.
I walked away from the scene playing out in front of me.
Boys don't like boys.
I walked back out into the living room and sat down.
I just caught the lyrics to a song that I knew all too well.
"...it started out with a kiss how did it end up like this?"
It started out with a kiss.
How did it end up like this?
A let a tear fall down my cheek and looked around at the party that died out hours ago.
Maybe boys do like boys.