Kiss cam :: muke au

Chap 2 (Love. We need it now, let's hope for some cause, oh, we're bleeding out)

Michael
((Some phrases used that could be taken offensively. Please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable.))

"Michael Gordon Clifford what the hell is this?" Calum yelled at me putting his phone up to my tired face.

Once my eyes adjusted I saw what it was.

A picture of me kissing that blonde boy at the soccer game.

"I'm gay."

Calum's jaw dropped and he looked at me with a confused expression.

"W-what? But y-you, and... WHAT?" He replied.

I shrugged and laid down, "I mean you know I've never had a problem with kissing people. It's just lips I mean? But yes, I am gay. I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you."

"How long have you known?" He said, suddenly getting defensive.

"Honestly, I just kinda fully knew it yesterday." I laughed, "You know I wouldn't keep something like that from you."

He sighed, looking a bit relieved.

"So what, do you like Jack's little brother or?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I snorted, "Oh god no. Like I said, I have no problem with kissing people. I mean yea, I guess he sorta helped me realize my sexuality, but he was a dick to me and I don't even know him."

"Well Mike, I guess I'm gonna have to be on the lookout for hot guys for you to hit up now."

I chuckled, "Aww Cal you are so great."

"You know it." he winked.

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I was cooly walking through the mall, trying desperately to get to Newbury Comics before I had to encounter more than 10 people. ((okay for those who don't know what Newbury Comics is, it's basically the best place ever. I don't have one where I live but I went to 2 different ones when I visited my friend last year and they're 10/10))

As soon as I saw the store I was relieved and happily entered it.

Stacks of CD's were strown about in large bins and posters of various movies and TV shows were hung throughout.

I love this store.

I immediately went to the back where they had rows of comic books, and picked up the newest issue of The Walking Dead.

Walking up to the front to pay, I grabbed some buttons to put on my jean jacket and a new beanie.

Let's just say my mom sent down some money as a thank you for helping her repaint her living room.

"Hi, how are you today?" an extra cheery voice asked as I walked up to the register.

"I'm doing good, and you?" I replied.

"Well." A voice behind me said.

"Excuse me?" I turned to see a tall blonde male, and I felt a lump in my throat because he looked exactly like the douche boy I kissed a few days prior. But upon further examination, I realized it wasn't the boy since his eyes were a much brighter blue and well, he had a lip ring.

"You are doing well not good." He replied, then looked up at me.

"No way. You're the dick that kissed my brother." He said, shocked.

Brother.

That's why they look so much alike.

I turned back around, trying to avoid an awkward conversation, and trying not to hold the line up.