[michael!bottom!cross dresser!]
[calum!top!jock!]
[luke!both!rocker!]
Michael: Michael Clifford is a gay 17 year old boy at Warren Central High School. He is also a cross dresser. No one knows either of these secrets except his best friend Calum Hoo...
I sighed heavily as I stared at my reflection through my body mirror. I didn't like what I saw. Not at all. I glared at myself. Everything about me right now was a lie. And I do mean everything. From my underwear to my actual face was just, unexplainably wrong. It wasn't me. The ripped skinny jeans, the black Vans, the American Apparel boxers, and the baggy "NIRVANA" tee shirt.
I would easily trade this outfit out for my black mini skirt, black pumps, lace panties, and my aqua crop top that said "MERMAIDS DON'T DO HOMEWORK! " And let's not even get started on my face. My depressingly bare face made me wanna cry. Even though I look good without makeup. That's besides the point. Irrelevant. My eyelids should be gold because I'm glitter AF. My lips should be pink because they so luscious. And most of all, I should have a wing so sharp it could cut a bitch. But no.
That part of me could never be shown at Central. Not after what I went through at 11th Street last year. No way in hell will I endure that shit again. I shook away the memories and grabbed my backpack. My Vans backpack to be exact. And a part deep down inside of me wanted to trade it for my Melanie Martinez bag instead. But, again, I shook the thought away and left my room.
I came down the steps quickly; skipping a couple in the process. I took a couple steps towards my door and opened it to see my bus coming down the road. I pull my wireless headphones out and put them on. "Misery Loves My Company " by Three Days Grace was playing. Usually, I'm a morning person. But on Monday's. Nuh uh.
I shut and locked my door and walked to the edge of my drive way. My bus driver opened the doors for me and smiled at me as I climbed on. I put on half a smile and gave him a small nod. My bus drivers name was Mr. Ed. Edward Sweeney is his full name. He's an old man, around 73 years old. I've always liked him. Maybe it's because he never had to yell at me. Because I never did anything wrong. I sat on the bus and talked quietly with my friends. And if there was no one to talk to I listened to my music.
I walked back to my seat. Number 21. At the very back of the bus. I say my seat because no one ever dared to sit there. Somehow people found me intimidating. Which made no sense to me. People who got to know me all know that I'm just an innocent little kitten. I wouldn't hurt a fly.
A fell back in my seat and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I typed in my passcode and opened Instagram. I was scrolling through my feed when I got a DM. It was from one of my close friends, Liberty. I smiled and clicked on her text.
@ _lib__ ••• Hey Mikey 😋
@ michaelclifford ••• Hey Lib
@ _lib__ ••• R u already on the bus 😈
@ michaelclifford ••• Yeeeeah.....y? 😶
@ _lib__ ••• Well ur abt to wish u would've taken tht offer to let me drive you 😏
@ michaelclifford ••• for y???
@ _lib__ ••• I'm already @ school
@ michaelclifford ••• oh God I feel bad for u 😂
@ _lib__ ••• what if I told you there was a smexy new boy?
@ michaelclifford ••• smexy new boy?!? SEND A PIC!
@ _lib__ ••• otay!
@ _lib__ •••
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@ michaelclifford ••• 😶😮😍😘🍆💦
@ michaelclifford ••• OMFG
@ michaelclifford ••• DADDY ASF I @ michaelclifford ••• WHAT IS THIS GODS NAME
@ _lib__ ••• I think it's like Leo Hemmo or sumthin. I was too busy lookingat his fucking face
@ michaelclifford ••• bruh I'm eyefucking this picture rn
@ _lib__ ••• tmi and bai
@ michaelclifford ••• bye see u in 3rd
I click on the picture and I swear I can feel myself drooling. It wasn't until 2 minutes later when I got snapped out of my trance.
