Malum One Shots [COMPLETED]

《 A Little Too Much 》

This is dedicated to waz555, omg I loved this idea sooo much!! I hope you enjoy it!

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"Fags"

I looked over to the group of boys and then looked down at my feet. Michael was about to say something smart to then but he soon stopped when he saw my pleading eyes. If he says something it won't change a thing.

People are so mean.

He squeezed my hand and kissed my temple. We were sitting at a restaurant waiting for a table but I didn't even want to be here anymore. I felt so unwelcomed.
"Hey, don't listen to them princess" he said, reassuringly.

"Can we just- can we go home?" I mumbled. He sighed and nodded slowly. "Yeah uh- sure"

I felt bad, I knew Michael wanted to take me out but people are judgemental idiots and I really don't want to be sad the whole time.

He grabbed my hand and led me outside.

"Finally, now we can acually breath so we won't catch the gay" one of the guys said. Michael turned around and lunged at the boy. I tried to grab him but he wasn't having it.

"Shut the fuck up!" Michael yelled and punched the dude right in his jaw. I gasp and tried to get him off but nothing was working. Michael was way stronger than me.

After a while the manager of the restaurant came and pulled Michael off of the guy. He shook his head and stormed outside. I sighed and followed after him. He unlocked his truck and we got in.

No words were spoken between the two of us. Michael was pissed and I knew better than to annoy him even more. I grabbed his hand and kissed it. He looked over and smiled sadly.

"One day Cal, im gonna take you out okay? No one will judge us" he said. "I promise"

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When we got home and I crashed on the bed. I took off my pants and cuddled into my pillow while Michael was throwing on some pajamas. He laid down next to me and we were facing eachother. He laid his hand on my waist and looked into my eyes.

"Mikey?" I whispered. He hummed and smiled a bit. "Why can't people just accept us?"

He sighed and got closer. I felt his breath on my lips as he spoke. "I really wish I had the answer darling but I dont." He said. "I wish we could go out in public and hold hands and kiss and hug but- we cant"

I nodded and buried my head in his chest.

"I have work in the morning" he said and I groaned. I hated waking up without him. I felt so empty.

"Can't you call off?" I whispered.

"We need the money baby" he said. I nodded. I knew he was right.

When I was 17 and Michael was 19 we finally came out to our parents. They didn't take it very well. Michael's parents kicked him out and mine did the same. It was heartbreaking knowing that your own family doesn't want anything to do with you because of something you can't change.

We ended up living in his car for weeks until he got a decent job and we got a small apartment. I tried finding jobs but nobody will ever accept a high school dropout.

Everyone in this town is homophobic and it sucks. Everywhere we go there is a snarky remark.

I always tried not to cry though . I never saw the point. Michael just got mad and I'd be sad but never was there a tear that fell from my eyes in front on him.