Recently Michael has been pretty short and snappy with Luke. He always got annoyed and irritated easily, but Luke honestly didn't know why.
He walked into the kitchen and lightly smiled when he saw Michael scrolling on his computer and writing quickly at the same time.
"Hey baby." Luke whispered, walking behind Michael. He knows Michael's stressed, so he wants to help.
"Hey." Michael muttered as Luke rubbed his shoulders. "Can you please go? I'll be done later." Michael whispered, and Luke pouted.
"You're stressed. Just take a brea-"
"Can't.." He muttered, moving away from Luke's touch.
"Alright, well, um, I ordered a pizza-"
"Really?!" Michael laughed, and Luke looked up in confusion, but Michael kept his eyes locked to the computer. "Do you really think you should be eating that? All of our friends girlfriends and boyfriends don't eat like you do, and see how they look? They all look hot, Luke and-"
Michael stopped himself after he realized what he was saying. When he's stressed, he doesn't think before he speaks.
He looked up and saw Luke's lip trembling as he tried to not cry in front of Michael. Luke didn't like getting sensitive in front of people.
"Baby..." Michael whispered, running his hands through his hair.
Luke had anorexia a few years back, and it was the worst time of his life. Michael told him he was beautiful everyday, but he lied. Michael helped him though it, but it was all for nothing. Every minute he spent trying to get skinny, was gone.
"Why would you say that?" Luke whimpered, and Michael sat there, not knowing where to start. "I know I don't look like them. Whenever I stand beside them, I notice how different I look. I just thought you liked me the way I was." Luke said before he left the kitchen quickly.
As soon as he started going up the stairs, the doorbell rang, so he pulled $7 to the delivery guy, and took the pizza.
He looked down angrily at the card board box in his hands.
It's the reason Michael doesn't think he's as pretty as everyone else.
Luke angrily walked to the back yard, and threw the pizza against the concrete. He sobbed as he stepped on the box, ruining everything that was inside.
He always thought he would never go back to starving himself, but he'd do anything for Michael. He never wanted to eat anything that would make him any bigger.
Luke hates himself.
-
"Luke?" Michael cried as he searched the house, looking for his boyfriend.
He opened every door, and checked every spot, but Luke wasn't there.
He ran outside and around the house seeing Luke sitting on the ground, sobbing into his knees as a completely destroyed pizza box sat beside him.
He looked over by the trash cans and saw the vomit, and noticed the sweat lining Luke's forehead. It was obvious he had done it to himself.
"I'm so sorry." Michael cried as he dropped to his knees beside Luke, holding him so close. "I am so sorry." He repeated.
"I'm such an awful boyfriend. Every day I have tried my hardest to make you feel beautiful, and I just messed everything up. I messed it all up.." Michael cried, holding so tightly onto Luke.
The blonde boy turned around, laying his head on Michael shoulder.
"I promise none of it was true. I just- I just say stuff when I'm mad, but I don't mean it. I guess I subconsciously thought that if I made you mad, you'd go away and before I could think about what I was doing, it just happened. You are so so beautiful. You have the prettiest eyes, and your smile is enough to make me happy. You have an adorable nose that crinkles when you laugh, and- and you have such a hot body Luke. You're so pretty. Everything about you is beautiful." Michael whispered, rocking Luke back and forth.
Michael honesty didn't know how insecure and ugly Luke felt when he stood beside their friends.
"Why are you even with me? You probably always look at them anyway. They're so pretty.." Luke cried softly.
"No, baby, my eyes are only on you." Michael whispered, pushing Luke's hair behind his ear. "I just want to make you feel beautiful again."
Luke looked up, and his lip trembled again.
"What you said really hurt.." Luke whispered.
"I know, and I'm never gonna forgive myself for making you cry. You don't deserve that at all." Michael whispered in his ear as Luke reached up and wiped the tears from Michael cheeks.
"You really think I'm pretty? You're not just saying it to make me feel better?" Luke asked softly.
"Of course I think you're pretty. I always have. I love you." Michael whispered, and Luke lightly smiled.
"I love you too."
