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14- Hey Violet

"And I don't care what makes you tick
All this back and forth it makes me sick" - Hey Violet - You Don't Love Me Like You Should

Fast forward two weeks.

Luke and Michael still hadn't spoken. Michael didn't watch Luke when he walked past or at the end of the day.
But Luke watched michael.

He was broken, but he still cared for Michael. He would watch him and observe as he threw away his lunch like he did before.

Michael was getting thin. Thinner than when Luke met him and it worried the blonde a tonne.

He wanted so badly to talk to Michael but why would Michael need him now?

Michael sighed, tipping out his lunch box into the bin. He looked up and saw Luke stood a distance away, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he watched.

Michaels eyes widened in shock, Kellin would kill him if he even talked to Luke. He zipped his bag closed and walked away quickly.

Michael got home and went to his room. Kellin was downstairs getting himself a snack.

He looked in the full length mirror and lifted up his sweater slightly. He swore he could see his bones.

He grimaced, it was quite disgusting. But it was what Kellin said was best. He loved Kellin.

Speaking of the boy, Kellin appeared beside him, placing his head on Michael shoulder as he stared into the mirror too. Michael let the shirt drop back down.

Kellin looked at Michael fondly. "Nearly there, baby." He placed a kiss to Michaels jaw and walked to the bed, sitting down.

"Doesn't my mum ever ask you why you're here?" Michael asked.

"She doesn't have the right to." Kellin snapped.

Michael gulped and nodded. He held back his fear as he lay next to Kellin, kissing his lips softly.

That was the thing, michael didn't feel like he could talk to Kellin like he could with Luke. Kellin didn't want to hear about all the small thoughts in his head and he didn't want to make pointless conversation at midnight.

Luke did.

He sighed.

"What's wrong with you?" Kellin asked, eating a crisp.

"N-nothing." Michael whispered.

"Are you thinking about that Blondie?" He raised an eyebrow.
Michael blinked at him. "No."

"Yeah you are." Kellin laughed bitterly. "Well he doesn't wanna help you Michael. He doesn't wanna make you beautiful. He doesn't even know you."

"I know." Michael said on the edge of tears.

"Good. I know what's best for you. Don't talk to him." He said in a warning voice.

Michael nodded.

Kellin gripped Michaels face, forcing him to look at the black haired boy.
"Don't talk to him."

"I won't." Michael squeaked.

Kellin let go of his face and stood up. "I'm gonna go. See you tomorrow princess."

"Bye."

And with another kiss, more forced this time, Kellin left.

Michael let out a sigh of relief.
And that night,

He cried.