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He inches forward. Only a little. And then so do I.
It's infinity before his lips touch mine. Only briefly, like the bat of an eyelash and the flap of a butterfly wings.
But that's all it takes.
That's all it takes before he grabs both of my cheeks and crashes my lips into his.
*
A seconds. Just a second.
Only a single second is what it takes of having the delicate brushing of his small lips against mine, before I can't take it anymore.
Desperately, I grab his cheeks and pull him into me strongly.
His lips are like silk against mine, and he smells like lavender and honey. My hands travel up to his perfectly messy hair, and I run my hands through his hair, being carefully reckless and I wait until my hands have reached the nape of his neck to pull apart.
His delicate palms wresting on my waist burn through my skin like fabric, and we both sit there breathless, as we stare at each other.
His cheeks are red and flustered and I'm sure I'm the same, my mouth hangs slightly ajar, and Michael's lips are pressed in a thin, happy line.
There's a warm feeling in my chest and I don't really know how to describe it. It's pure happiness, and I don't know what to do with it, it's like butterflies and warm fires and cosy blankets mixed in one, and with the boy that I've undoubtedly fallen in love, and the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, I'm sure this moment couldn't be any better.
I place my hand on his cheek and cup his face, his pale, beautiful soft skin, almost like porcelain, and watch as the sun hits his eyelashes and shows his little bags under his beautifully green eyes.
We don't say anything for infinity, and we sit hand in hand as we stare at the sky until the universe is showing, and the stars are glowing like Michaels eyes.
It's about eight o'clock when I get Michael home, and his dad can tell something's happened- something good, and when I say goodbye to Michael and he goes to his room and I go to leave, when I step outside, his dad runs to catch up with me.
He doesn't ask any questions, he just simply says one thing.
"Just take care of him."
The words follow me home all the way home.
*
The next morning, Michael is late into school. I take this as an opportunity to do the one thing I've been struggling to do for a long, long time.
My stomach fills with anxiety, when I tell Ashton and Calum that I need to talk to them; they spare each other a glance and when we finally reach the empty bleachers of the football pitch and sit down, I'm shaking.
My knee is bouncing up and down and my hands are clammy and shaky and the words are stuck in my throat.
"Luke are you okay?" Calum asks, touching my shoulder. "You look like you're going to throw up,"
Ashton whacks him. "That's not going to help!" he says to Calum. "Luke, just take your time, don't r-"
"I'm gay." I suddenly blurt.
The boys don't say anything for what feels like eternity, but it must only be a second or so.
Soon enough they both grin and hug me and relief fills my chest.
When they pull away, they just smile at me, but my throat is till dry and I'm a bit anxious.
"So... you and Michael?" Ashton asks, smiling dimply. I shrug, heat rushing up to my face. "Has anything happened between you two?"
I pause a moment debating whether or not to tell them.
"Last night we kissed," I say quickly, letting out a breath. They both smile to their ears.
"I'm so happy for you two," Calum smiles, squealing like a fangirl.
I just smile back, studying my black converse.
There's a warm silence as we watch everybody rush back in for second period and then we soon stand up.
There's still a pull of worry in my tummy as I wonder where Michael is, but when I walk into chem, he's there.
And his hair is black.
Jet black.
And it looks fucking amazing.
I have to make sure my jaw doesn't drop open, but I'm sure I keep staring at him without realizing it because a blush reaches his pale cheeks.
I bite my lip and sit down at my chem table, which consists of Lacie, Noah's bitch of a girlfriend- also my ex girlfriend- who I hate with a burning passion, Noah, some nice nerd called Ashley, and Lacies best friend.
I try to ignore them all, as they chat shit about everyone, but it's not very successful.
"so Luke, you and the new emo, huh?" Lacie asks, and I have to bight down on my tongue.
"no," I spit. "but even if I was, what's it to you, you screw every thing with a heart beat,"
She widens her eyes in fake surprise.
"easy tiger," she holds her painted nails up, and I want to hit her. "I was just saying... I mean, it's quite embarrassing, my ex boyfriend is..." she stops to shiver for affect. For just a moment. "gay," she states in disgust.
I feel sick.
I take a deep breath.
"Honey, you could turn anyone gay," I laugh. "You're such a horrible example of a girl, that you would put anyone of girls," with that, I stand up and walk away, sitting in the seat next to Michael.
Without a word, I take his hand under the table, and we just sit and watch as our crappy, unorganised search frantically for his memory stick.
While he's faffing about, I turn to Michael.
"Where were you?" I whisper, running my thumb over his hand.
"I'll tell later," he whispers, as the teacher finally starts talking.
Later, I think as he talks about some clever crap, later, of course.
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