drive ♢ muke ✔️

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"happy monday," bryana smiles enthusiastically.

"there's no such thing as a happy monday," i reply dully.

"oh cheer up, michael." bryana pouts, poking me in the side.

her action only makes me glare harder. i take another sip of my now-cold coffee that was once burning hot when i bought it, hours earlier. it tastes like dog crap now.

"why are you so happy?" i scowl pointedly at the smiling blond haired girl.

"luke kissed me this morning!" bryana cheers giddily, as if it was news.

i roll my eyes, feeling a twinge of annoyance in my gut. i shake my head when i realize i shouldn't feel this way. i don't know why i feel jealous of bryana; i have a strong urge to rip her lips off because they touched luke's.

"wow, your boyfriend kissed you. what a shocker," i state sarcastically.

"luke hasn't kissed me in weeks. let me be happy," bryana stomps her foot.

i notice she's wearing the shoes luke bought her. i have to fight myself in order to not push her to the ground, take her shoes off, and burn them.

"this is the first time he didn't push me away and mumble something about work. the kiss was kind of dead, but it's an improvement!" bryana exclaims positively.

"i really don't need to hear about-"

"hey bryana, get away from that homo! he might rot your brains!" i hear luke holler from his car.

luke's clothes look like they were put on in a hurry. his shirt is backwards, his jeans slump low and his shoes aren't tied.

i look into his eyes but he flitches and steps away from me like i was some sort of deathly virus.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" i scowl when luke forces bryana to step away from me.

"i went to church yesterday, it really cleared my mind. you really are a child of the devil, you played with my mind and actually made me think you were a decent guy. never again," luke chuckles dryly.

"what the fuck are you talking-"

"i don't listen to people who worship the devil!" luke cuts me off, covering his ears and turning away.

"i don't fucking worship the-"

"stop trying to influence me with your creepy dark magic! i'm immune to it, i've soaked myself in holy water! i am free from the gays, sins, and enemies of god!" luke announces with triumph.

"if this whole police officer thing doesn't work out, you can probably get a job as a priest. it'll be fitting for you." i grumble.

"shut up, you faggot!" luke raises his voice.

he covers his ears and races for the door to his car. he speeds off so quickly, he leaves a trail of dust behind. i cough and my eyes water as the dust filled my system, blinding me momentarily.

no matter what he says, i don't care. i'm proud of my sexuality.