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Michael was having a bad day, and Luke was having a bad high school experience to say the least.
Michael trudged into the school, angry with his parents, his friends, and his self. Nothing seemed to be going right for him today.
Luke walked in with his head down, not really wanting to be noticed. Not that anyone noticed him anyway. Sometimes he wishes someone would talk to him, but he knows it's just not gonna happen.
Luke lightly smiled as his crush passed him in the hallway. He looked down, smiling at his feet as Michael Clifford walked to the locker that was just a few down from his.
He looked upset, and that made Luke upset.
Luke sucked in a breath before he closed his locker, hugging his book to his chest. He cleared his throat before walking over to Michael.
"Michael, are you okay?" Luke asked. They were lab partners, so it not completely weird that Luke is talking to Michael.
"Yeah.." Michael muttered, shoving things into the locker.
"Oh, okay. I just wanted to make sure. You looked a little upset. I-"
"Listen, Logan. I don't-"
"It's Luke.." The blonde boy shyly whispered.
"What?" Michael asked.
"My name is Luke." He repeated.
"Oh yeah- Luke hamstrings or something like that... Anyway, I really don't need you to get in my personal business so if you could just leave, that'd be great." Michael spat.
"I- I'm just trying to help. You look sad.." Luke whispered.
"And you look like you bought your clothes two sizes too small, fatass, but did I say anything? No." Michael spat.
Luke's eyes flashed with a look of anger, and hurt as tears filled them.
"I'm sorry." Luke choked out before turning, and quickly walking in the other direction.
All he's dreamed about is Michael holding him and telling him he's pretty one day.
This was a nightmare.
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Michael glanced over durning lunch and saw Luke sitting at a table all by himself. He sighed, and felt guilt starting to poke at him again. He shouldn't have said that to Luke.
Luke wasn't eating anything. He didn't have any people to talk to. He was just staring down at his hands that were placed on the table.
"Go apologize. I know you want to." Ashton whispered to Michael.
"I can't.." Michael whispered, too embarrassed that he would hurt someone like that. He would apologize eventually, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Michael, Luke goes to my little brothers therapy circle whatever you call them- support groups or something. He has an eating disorder, and he's trying his hardest to overcome it. I know what you said really hurt him more than you think, so put your selfish thoughts behind you, and go apologize." Ashton said, pushing Michael up.
The black haired boy sighed as he walked over to Luke's table.
"Luke.." Michael whispered as he sat down. The blonde boy looked up, and met him with red brimmed eyes.
"Luke, don't cry." Michael whispered, but Luke just bit his nail, not responding.
"You aren't fat, I'm sorry I said that to you. I'm stupid. I was mad this morning, and I really appreciate how you tried to help me even though I said all of that awful stuff to you." He said, and Luke just looked down, letting tears fall from his eyes to his hand.
"Luke, what's wrong?" Michael asked, but Luke just shook his head, laying down on his arms.
"I know what I said really hurt you, but none of it was true. I believe that you are honestly beautiful." Michael whispered, close to Luke's ear.
Luke peeked up a little.
"Beautiful?" Luke asked softly.
It became very clear to Michael that nobody had ever called Luke beautiful, and he didn't want Luke to lose the brightness that just filled his eyes.
"Beautiful."
