Wyd guys:(( where's my other 22 homies at??
But also-
i broke the pattern of michael luke michael luke pov bc this is another luke because i forgot last chapter was his pov but i fuck up sometimes but hey, enjoy :)
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Luke pov;
I awaken to the sound of vomiting.
Of course I do; it's Monday and today we're going to school and Ray is going to be there and my boyfriend can't hold it together.
I get to my feet groggily, but I rush into the bathroom where I find my smaller boyfriend leaning over the toilet, nothing but water coming from his mouth as he retches up nothingness.
"Oh baby," I stroke his damp back and he soon leans back, gasping for hair with pale, pale skin.
"I'm s-sorry," he apologises and I hate him for it.
"Don't apologise Mikey, its okay, everything's going to be fine."
He nods, and I feel like those last words escaping my mouth are reassuring me more than anyone.
There's a silence when I fetch the water of his bedside table and I hand it to him and I sit with him for a long time until we hear my alarm going off in the back ground and we both get ready; it merely takes half an hour before we're both done and I don't even ask if he wants breakfast, because I already know the answer and it's no.
However, he still follows me into the kitchen, holding on tightly to my hand, snuggling into my side- I sit down at the table, and Daryl hands me a bowl of cereal, a sad smile on his face because he knows what's happening and that Michael threw up and that today is not going to be a good day.
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All anyone can talk about all day is the new boy, when the group of us all know who it is; luckily so far we haven't bumped into him because I'm sure if we do Michael's going to fracture; his hand is tight and sweaty in mine and he hasn't left my side all day, of which I'm glad and calum and ashton have stood around us like a shield.
What hurts me most is he hasn't spoken a word all day; teachers haven't even dared to make a move or call him out because they know he doesn't even have the energy or nerve to reply and excuse himself.
All he can do is sit there like he's dead, empty; but I guess I spoke too soon because all too quickly Ray is approaching us and I've never seen Michael so alive.
Never seen so much fear in his eyes, in his body.
He swats the girls off like flies, and his green eyes and sharp jaw are bitterly attractive for such an evil person; and there's this grin on his lips and bruise on his jaw from where I hit him.
"Hey Michael?" sinful. He's sinful and god, I wish he wasn't such a douche bag because he would be tragically beautiful if I didn't know the real him.
Michael's trembling like a leaf, pale as I've ever seen anyone and I just want to hold him.
Tight, so tight so he knows it'll be okay.
Simply because it will be.
"Isn't it nice to see you again?"
I push my smaller boyfriend behind me, and I'm aware there are a few staring because, who doesn't want to look at the new boy?
The new boy the new boy the new boy and did anyone tell them that the new boys a fucking asshole?
Don't think so.
"N-No."
Ray quivers his lip.
"Stutter still not gone?" Michael burns crimson. "Always hated that thing."
And I know why he's so embarrassed, because I'm going to be honest; stutters aren't cute.
Not even slightly; and if anyone can tell you that it's Michael, the amount of times he's cursed himself because he's tripped over his words is too many, and admittedly, yeah. It can be hard to understand him sometimes to understand him, and it completely stops him showing his personality and speaking or sounding confident, but it's him.
And there are not enough words in this world to describe my love for this boy.
"t-t-tendancy to be a-a-an as-asshole n-not gone?" I smile slightly at his attempt to stick up for himself, something that he rarely does.
I squeeze his damp hand.
Ray's eyes darken as he steps forward and mikey can't even hide as he cowers back; but instead I step forward; our chests close, eyes stuck on each other and hate is real.
"Luke," his breath smells of smoke; probably the only thing that we share. "Not so nice to see you again,"
Ray clocks his jaw, and I grin, chewing a little on my lip ring.
"Really? I was so excited last night I could barely sleep," Ashton and Cal snigger and my raw sarcasm, however, Ray doesn't seem to approve so much.
I wonder why.
His thick lashes lower into a scowl, and all I can do is smile.
"Well I'm glad we share that, Luke." He lowers his voice and our faces our merely centimeters apart. He begins to walk away soon though, and he's gone. Like that; his body disappearing around the corner, leaving nothing but the scent of his cologne and a heart broken ex-boyfriend.
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this sucked ass im so sorry it took me ages to update too im sorry aH
ive been hella busy or hella head busy, and not in the right head space for writing, im sorry guys but i hope you're all taking care because i love you and you are important.
So much love for you all:)xxxx
Also GONNA throw out there how much I loVE WRITING RAYS CHARACTER HES A FINE PEICE OF ASS I WOULD TAP THAT IF HE WASNT SUCH A DICK LOL
Anyways, proceed to live life, and remember it'll be okay and goD I LAVA YOU ALL:)) comment and vote if you want☺️
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Sofia xoxoxo
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