Exchanged Help - muke - COMPLETED

3- All Time Low

"I heard that you've been having some trouble finding your place in the world.
I know how much that hurts,
And if you need a friend then please just say the word..." - All Time Low - Missing You

Michael shot up in bed, crying and sweating. He'd had the nightmare again.

The worst part about it was that it was true.

He shook off the thoughts as he got ready for school, showering and slipping on his jeans and maroon jumper.

He wiped his tears and left.

At lunchtime he decided to go to the bathroom to cry before he threw away his lunch. He was still traumatised from his dream.

When he walked in he stopped dead in his tracks when in front of him stood a tall blonde boy puffing on a cigarette.

"You were in here yesterday." He stated. "You didn't talk to me."

Michael felt himself go pale. What did he want?

Luke looked at him for a long time. "What's wrong with you? Why won't you talk?"

Michael felt tears well up in his eyes as he bolted for a stall but the boy locked his arms around michael to stop him moving. He thrashed around to try and free himself.

"Stop struggling just sit the fuck down." Luke said harshly, pushing him into a stall and sitting him on the closed toilet.

He locked the door and sat on the floor. Michael stayed deadly silent, still unaware of how explosive the boy could be. He didn't want to risk anything.

Luke pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his fourth today.

"You smoke too much." Michael muttered under his breath.

"You don't eat enough." Luke shot back softly.

Michael felt his breath caught in his throat.
"What?"

"You think I don't see you throw away your food everyday? You're not invisible you know." He rolled his eyes.

Michael shrunk in on himself. He knew people would find it weird that he didn't want to eat but he honestly didn't think anyone had noticed.

"Why don't you eat Michael?" Luke questioned.

"H-how do you k-know my name?" Michael squeaked.

"Because..." Luke blew out a cloud of smoke. "I like to find out about beautiful people."

Michaels breath hitched and he started to breath heavily.

"Are you alright?" Luke asked.

Michael looked at Luke, feeling his chest heavy as he couldn't breathe. Luke recognised it as a panic attack and wasn't sure what to do. He watched as michael dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball as he breathed rapidly and cried.

"Oh my god, what do I do? Help me michael!" Luke pulled at the ends of his hair, cursing himself that he wasn't smart about this kind of thing.
About 20 minutes later michael seemed to come around though he still looked like he was going to be sick.

Michael stood up, grabbing his bag and he unlocked the door, squeezing out before Luke could stand to chase him.

"Fuck," he face palmed and slumped against the wall, breathing in the smoke again.