Luke remembered when he was 14, raw, young, naive to just about everything bad to life. To all the things that could potentially poison you and leave you gasping for mercy. It was then he met Michael, the boy was only a blonde at the time. A virgin to hair coloring, quite possibly the idea itself, but he was sure the boy was too punk rock to be so naive. He was so scared of the hypnotic green eyes that set butterflies on fire in Luke's stomach. He was sure they once made him throw up his lunch in the boy's bathroom. He was scared to scrap his knees when he fell for the boy.
