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"Michael.." Luke whispered, dying for Michaels attention right now.
He wants Michael to hold him and tell him he's pretty, but Michael swears he doesn't feel anything for Luke.
"What do you want?" Michael asked softly, concentrating on his game, not paying a bit of attention to his best friend.
"..can we just try something?" Luke asked, looking up at Michael, trailing his finger over Michaels arm.
"Like what? Playing the quiet game because I'm totally up for that." Michael mumbled, earning an eye roll from Luke.
"No. Look at me." Luke said, pausing Michaels game for him. He moved over and sat on Michaels lap.
"You know I like you a lot, and you like guys, so why don't we just kiss and you see how you like it.." Luke giggled, poking Michaels chest.
"No, Luke that's weird." Michael said, looking around Luke as he unpaused the game.
Luke's smile fell a little as Michael just continued to ignore him. He knows it was a long shot, but he just wants to feel something between him and Michael.
"Yeah. You're right.." Luke laughed, and just looked down at Michaels shoulder.
He felt Michael push him off of his lap as he laughed along.
"Anyway, you're my best friend. I can't date you. I want a pretty guy with really nice legs." Michael laughed, and Luke just lightly smiled, laying his head on the arm rest.
'Why doesn't Michael think I'm pretty?' Is all Luke could think about.
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"Hey Luke.." the blonde boy heard someone say as he walked down the hall. The last bell had rung, and Luke was just excited to be hanging out with Michael now that school was over for the day.
Luke turned from Michael and saw a few cute guys smiling at him.
He blushed and waved as he walked over to Michaels locker.
"Michael, did you see that?" Luke asked and smiled.
"What? Those tools?" He asked, looking at the guys who were still checking Luke out.
"Yeah. Do you think they like me?" Luke asked and Michael shook his head.
"Nope." Michael casually said. Luke's face fell as Michael kept putting his stuff up.
Luke looked down as he felt his eyes fill up with tears. He knows Michael didn't mean anything, but he just tried so hard. He put on a cute outfit and covered all of his blemishes with makeup and even wore the jeans that made his legs look good.
"Luke, what the hell? It's not that big of a deal?" Michael said and Luke just turned and walked away quickly.
He got up really early and tried so hard just to look pretty so maybe someone would notice him, but Michaels brutal honesty was enough to tear Luke's already sensitive confidence apart.
"Luke, what's wrong? I'm sorry." Michael said, grabbing Luke by the wrist as they walked outside.
"I just- I'm being stupid. It's nothing." Luke laughed, wiping his eyes furiously.
"It's important if it's making you this upset. Is it something i said?" Michael asked, so Luke nodded as Michael led him to his car.
"Yeah. I just- I tried really hard to get ready this morning and look really good because yesterday you said you want a pretty guy with really nice legs, and when I asked if those guys maybe liked me you said no, and i dont know. It just hurt a little bit. I thought maybe I was pretty to them." Luke whispered.
