Sweetheart • muke •

Chapter Twenty-Three

A/N : I want to take a second to thank everyone who reads this story, I don't care about votes or comments (though I always love feedback) , the fact that you read it is simply enough. I love and appreciate you all. Enjoy! :) <3

•September•

Then I told you why I loved you.

Michael held Luke all the way to the hotel and even when he checked in to his room and let the man at the front desk know that two more boys would need a key later that night.

Michael held Luke in the elevator and down the halls until they reached their room. With his stomach burning and his throat dry, Michael slid his room card through the slot and pushed the door open with his foot. Luke sniffled as Michael flipped the light on, the door automatically closing. Michael walked over to one of the twin sized beds and gently laid Luke down. Luke whined, clutching Michaels tee shirt tightly.

"I'm right here sweetheart. You're okay" Michael cooed gently. Luke breathed heavily, releasing Michaels shirt as he sat up. The blonde angrily threw off his cardigan and his pretty lace crop top. Michael furrowed his eyebrows as Luke angrily threw the materials across the room.

"Hey, what's wrong?"
Michael asked. Luke looked right into Michaels eyes as he explained his anger.

"That girl was right, wasn't she? I shouldn't be wearing those clothes, it's not right. I'm a freak. I'm a boy and I sho-"

"Stop Luke"
Michael cut the boy off, holding the blondes waist tightly but not tight enough to hurt him. Luke's breath hitched, stopping himself when Michaels firm, loud voice filled his ears.

"You are not a freak, you might be different but that does not mean you're un normal. And if you aren't normal that's okay, I love you sweetheart. I love everything about you, especially your pretty clothes. If they make you comfortable and confident then be proud to wear them. Just because some bitch and her boyfriend don't understand it, does not mean you need to question yourself. You like pretty pink panties and short lacy tops and that is okay.

People might stare and judge but I need you to hold your pretty little head high and be proud of the clothes you were. You present yourself the way you want to be presented, you express yourself in your clothing and in your dancing so you need to always believe in them. And when you other people's words and stares get you down, I'll be right there to pick you up"
Michael spoke genuinely as Luke slumped, not being able to hold Michaels eye contact. But the blue haired boy gently gripped the boys chin and turned his head so their eyes met.

"Do you know why I love you?"
Michael asked.

"Why?"
Luke asked in a whisper. Michael licked his lips as he stood up, sitting down on the bed with his legs stretched out. He gripped Luke's hips and easily lifted him, setting him down on his lap. Luke placed his legs on either side of Michaels hips, sitting on the older boys thighs as he stared down at his hands. Michael cupped Luke's cheeks, forcing the blonde to look at him.

"I love you because you're sweet, you're smart, you're an amazing dancer, you're adorably innocent, you're more caring than anyone I know, you're more independent than you realize, you're an amazing kisser"
Michael listed, playfully poking Luke's stomach when he said the last one. Luke couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

"But most of all, sweetheart, you are absolutely beautiful. In the clothes you wear, in the way you speak, in the way you love. That's why I love you, sweetheart. You're you and that should be enough.
You are so beautiful and so loved"
Michael said in a low, loving voice. Luke sniffled, burying his face in Michaels chest.

"I love you Mikey. You do so much to make me feel happy and it's all working, I'm so happy with you, Mikey"
Tears streamed down Luke's cheeks
as he clutched onto Michaels tee shirt.

"I'm happy with you too
sweetheart. I love you so much"
Michael whispered as Luke's
eyes started to flutter