Diffrent Is Good

One

Michael walked out of the cinema, putting his hands in his jacket
pockets as he walked home. The black haired boy getting stares from girls in poodle skirts and sweaters for being a greaser.

Michael wasn't like the rest of his friends, well yes he was a greaser like his friends and brothers, but he was just diffrent you know? In a good way of course.

He was shy sometimes, he enjoyed reading and singing, playing guitar as well. He wasn't as daring as the others, he enjoyed school to a certain extent, and every morning he would wake up to watch the sunrise, taking in its beauty.

Plus, he was gay and that was frowned upon in his town, but all of his friends and brothers excepted him for who he was.

Michael was in the 10th grade at just 14, he skipped a few grades due to his high scores and shit like that, but he didn't mind how high or low his scores were or what grade he was in, it didn't matter to him really.

He walked onto his street and lit a cigarette, feeling someone yank him from behind just as he took a drag, being thrown to the floor and he groaned, looking up and seeing Harry and Justin with some other socs.

"Look what we have here." Justin smirked as he picked the young boy by his collar, making Michael's heart race in fear. "It's bad enough for being a greaser, but ontop of it a faggot." Harry snarled and they pushed him back down to the ground, 2 boy's holding his arms down as Harry took out a switch blade, "I think someone needs a haircut." He smirked and Michael shook his head, screwing his eyes shut as he felt the tip of blade right under his chin, "I think it should start right here." He smirked and dragged the blade across his neck, causing a shallow cut to appear and Michael was panting, then feeling them let go off his arms and he opened his eyes, seeing Louis pushing the socs away and then Niall stood over Michael, helping him up.

"Oh god Mike, you're bleeding." Niall whispered as he wiped the crimson red liquid from the younger boy's neck. "I'm fine, Niall don't worry." Michael smiled, then feeling Louis put his hand on his shoulder. "You okay kid?" He asked and Michael nodded, lighting a cigarette.

"I better get you home before Ash busts my head in." Louis mumbled as he walked Michael home, "What does he care?" Michael sighed as smoke blew out of his mouth. "What do you mean by that Mikey?" Niall asked as he shoved his hands in his denim jacket pockets, "He don't care about me none." Michael frowned, stomping out his cigarette. "Of course he does, he's your brother." Louis smiled, "He only cares about Cal and not me, I'm always in trouble with me." Michael sighed and then walked up to his dingy wooden house, seeing Calum on the couch watching a cartoon on the tiny TV.

Michael walked into the bathroom, avoiding Ashton in the kitchen so he would freak out about the blood on his neck. The black haired boy washed the blood off and then put a bandaid under his chin, then going back to his brother and sitting next to him, being pulled in for a cuddle. "Calum?" Michael asked and the 19 year old hummed in response, "Why is being gay a bad thing?" He asked, "It ain't a bad thing Mike." Calum mumbled, "Then why do I get hurt for it?" The small boy sniffled, resting his head on Calum's lap. "Because some people are just assholes kiddo." His older brother cooed and Michael sighed, turning his attention to the TV.

Michael laid in bed, staring up at the slightly cracked ceiling from when he jumped a bit too high on the bed. He heard a loud knock on the door and he got up, answering it and seeing Niall. "They're fighting again Mike." He whimpered and Michael stepped outside, pulling the 16 year old in for a hug and Niall hugged back. "Ni, don't worry, it's okay." Michael cooed, "Let's go catch a movie with Lou or something alright? He'll give us some fun." He smiled and Niall nodded, walking with his best friend down to the drug store near the lot, seeing Louis leaning on a lamp post and smoking.