"Hey kid, you wanna take a walk with me?" Michael asked, so Luke looked up, and nodded.
He didn't really know Michael at all but he was scared to say no. His roommate was very intimidating.
Luke silently followed Michael, listening to the older boy complain about the building.
"How old are you?" Michael asked.
"I'm seventeen." Luke said softly.
"I'm 18. Almost 19 but not there yet." He said, and Luke nodded.
"How did you get put in here?" Michael asked, and Luke shook his head.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna laugh. I bet you I'm more screwed up than you are." He said, making Luke laugh a little.
"I tried to kill myself. I don't eat enough and I'm always sad. I don't have the will power to do anything and i get really scared a lot." Luke said, and Michael looked down at the slightly shorter boy, a small frown on his face.
"I'm sad all of the time, too. I also get mad too much." He said and Luke looked up quickly, a look of fear in his eyes.
"What?" Michael asked.
"When people get mad at me it makes me really anxious." Luke whispered.
"Don't worry. I can't get mad at you. You're too adorable." Michael said making Luke blush.
