'i'm not sure, what do you want to be?' he asked me, i was in a bit of a pickle.
how would the world around us begin to understand that luke hemmings and michael clifford were.. gay?
i couldn't admit it to myself, i was taught growing up that being gay was wrong as my family were catholic's. it was wrong to like the same gender and apparently it was people's choice to who they fall in love with.
'i want what you want from this, as you said before, maybe something good could happen out of this?' i suggested, butterflies filling my stomach. i can't believe this is actually happening.
'im up for it,' michael said, shrugging.
we went into the living room, not sure as to what to say next. we didn't exactly clear everything up, if we were boyfriends or if we were just dating. but honestly i don't know what he'd say if i asked, i don't want to sound too clingy and annoying.
god why r u such a girl luke, grow some balls
'what you thinking about blondie?' michael asked him, watching my face closely.
'can i kiss you?' i blurt out.
how fucking awkward luke robert hemmings
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loving you // muke
Fanfiction>>sequel to texting // muke<< 'loving you is the worst but best thing that's ever happened to me,'
