Everybody knows the saying about "everybody having demons". Where everybody is on a different level and all that shit.
I never got it until I felt the warm tears flow off Luke's porcelain cheeks and into the fabrics of my shirt. I understood. Luke's demon was Tyler. My demon was me.
My heart went out to Luke, however. I have also felt the wrath that is Tyler Payton. But thinking of Tyler's hands on the beautiful boy nauseated me.
But even though we spent that whole day locked up in the Janitor's closet, Luke still acts like I'm nothing but a pest.
"Ugh, you're such a dweeb."
"Even walking around you is a drag."
"Goddamn, why are you even here?"
The nuclear words dripping from my love's lips like water. He spat each syllable out with ease, each one shooting into the shattered mess where my heart should've been.
I broke down in the middle of the hallway. Doubt crept into my every breath.
He kissed me.
Though that was only a mere two days ago, with the words jumbling out of his mouth like a jigsaw puzzle, it felt like it had been years.
I ducked my next class to let my eyes sweat in the boys bathroom in the left wing.
Dweeb. Hobbit. Shortstack. Faggot.
They replayed over and over into my brain until they were etched there. Almost as if they were written on my forehead saying, "Hi, I'm a dweeb."
Luke's emotions were a rollercoaster. Up and down, left and right. For me and against me. As previously stated in this godforsaken book, Luke Hemmings is hardly a man.
The door on the bathroom slammed and I scrambled to my feet.
Just my luck.
"Have you seriously been hiding here?" His voice somehow both like velvet and like nails on a chalkboard.
"What's it to you, stretch?" He seemed hurt, as if my one shot could ever amount to the multiple bullets to the head I survived.
"I wanted to talk." My brain wired red. All I could see was red. Anger swam through my veins.
"You wanna talk? Let's fucking talk! Why the hell have you suddenly reverted to making my life a living hell?!" The words burned coming out of my throat. They clawed up my vocal chords in attempt to make a song.
"Mikey..."
"Don't." I pushed off the wall that has held me since 8:30 this morning and pulled myself away from the one I want to hold me tonight.
I was feeling deep-seeded emotions for this boy. Anger, from the depth of my stomach. Love, from the tip of my head. Impatience, with every ounce of my being.
He took away my self-control. My need to perfect everything.
He took away my hope.
Dweeb. Hobbit. Shortstack. Faggot.
Luke Hemmings will be the source of my madness and that is the only certain thing I know.
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Hobbit and Stretch||muke (boyxboy)
FanfictionMichael and Luke hated each other. The key word being 'hated' as in 'hate' in past tense. What could possibly change their minds?
