Michael sat by his computer waiting for his phone to vibrate and let him know that his favorite Instagram account posted. No, it wasn't anyone famous or even one of those accounts that post funny pictures.
It was a person. A beautiful person. Luke.
Michael was obsessed. Although, he wouldn't say obsessed. He would say things like, interested or intrigued. Things that wouldn't make him sound like a total psycho. Not that he actually is, he's just a normal boy with a very big crush on another boy.
Michael scrambled to grab his phone once he heard the buzz of the phone moving across his desk. He saw the all too familiar username 'lukehemmings' and smiled. Michael gets to see another photo of the angelic boy. He waited giddily, watching the loading circle. The picture loaded up. His face dropped as he saw the photo.
Allison.
Luke's girlfriend.
He was kissing her cheek while she did a smug smile. One that just screamed "I'm a bitch!". Michael hated her. Not because he was jealous of their relationship, but because she bullies Michael since he is what many call 'flamboyant'. Calling him faggot when she sees his manicured nails or laughing at him when he wears a noticeable amount of makeup.
Michael wondered how Luke could be so blind to the way she treats people. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he felt the same way about Michael. The boy felt his eyes water as he imagined Luke laughing at him with his girlfriend.
Michael set his phone down on his desk, turned off his computer and walked to his bed, lied down, and continued crying.
