Luke looked with curiosity tainted eyes at Michael, who was devouring a pepperoni pizza with slightly scary enthusiasm.
He looked at the way Michael's emerald hair fell into his eyes and how he irritantly flicked it off of his winter-pale forehead as he ate. Honestly, Luke thought that Michael was the cutest boy he'd ever seen.
But he wasn't gay. Of course not.
Michael's deep voice jarred Luke from his gazes and he guilty raised his eyes to meet Michael's icey green stare.
"Um, Luke? Are you checking me out eating pizza?"
Luke giggled shamefully and shook his head bashfully.
"Nah, I don't swing that way. Sorry to break your heart though, Mikey."
Michael's face went devoid of emotion and he said placidly,
"That's a shame. I totally swing that way. Kinda wished you did too."
Luke raised his eyebrows and his heartbeat began to quicken.
Michael.
Clifford.
Was.
Gay?
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FanfictionLuke Hemmings, bruised and emotionally shaken. Michael Clifford, green-haired and cocky. Luke has to reinvent himself somehow- it's the only way to forget. And Michael is the best personality fixer there ever was, at least according to Luke.
