invisible ; malum [completed]

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a/n: this chapter kind of sucks lol buT OMIGOS THANK YOU FOR 3K READS WOW THATS INCREDIBLE I CANT BELIEVE IT THANK YOU ALL FOR SUPPORTING MY WRITING IT MEANS THE ACTUAL WORLD TO ME OKAY ILL STOP BEING SAPPY NOW ENJOY THIS SUCKY ASS CHAPTER :")

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» calum

i take michael to a small diner, where there most likely wouldn't be people from our school to bother us.

i can't believe i admitted my love for michael. it's much too soon.

you've known each other for three months.

yes, it may not be too soon for normal relationships, but for whatever we have, it is much too soon.

it surprised me how worked up he got about it.

so to calm him down, i interlaced our fingers and grazed my thumb against his pale skin as i drove.

i pull into the parking lot and turn off the car. i run to open the door for him. i open it, and he looks smaller than ever.

his hands are shaking slightly, his hair is not combed down at all, and he looks paler than ever.

"c'mon, mikey," i coax, letting him take my hand.

we push open the door to the diner and slide into a booth in the far corner.

"i'll go order for us, okay?"

he nods and turns to the window.

i sigh and take in his beauty before making my way to the counter.

i order us both burgers with a side of fries and a coca-cola to go with it. when i return, however, i see that michael isn't there.

i furrow my eyebrows, confused on his whereabouts.

i glance out the window and see the blonde-blue headed boy walking as stealthily as he could away from the diner.

i immediately run out of the diner and try my best to catch michael, but michael hears my calls for his name and starts to run.

i eventually catch up to him and calmly say, "what the hell, mikey?"

"i'm not gay, calum."

"then what do you call all of the lip-on-lip contact between us? all of the long stares and blushes rising up to our cheeks? what do you call these feelings?"

"i don't know, but i'm sure as hell not gay."

my chest aches, and before i could say anything, michael yells, "don't you get it? i'm not gay. you're just loving a guy who will never love you back. i'll hurt you time and time again, and i don't want to hurt you."

michael goes to turn, but i grab his elbow and plead, "but you're hurting me right now, mikey. i love you, please."

"i-i can't do this right now. it isn't right, calum."

he rips himself from my grip, and i let him go.

am i not good enough?