I need you. || Muke

Chapter 5.

Luke P.O.V.

I'm laying on my bed, still trying to realize what just happened. Did Michael Gordon Clifford just really walk in on me masturbating and THEN give me a blowjob?! My first one by the way. Omg I gotta talk to him. "MICHAEL!" I shout, louder than I usually do. I get dressed and then walk into the living room. "Stop trying to hide behind the couch Michael, I see your hair." I say, trying to stay serious. He stands up, timidly may I add, and looks at me like a scared puppy. "I'm sorry?.." He whispers, "please don't hate me Luke..". "Hate you?!" I have to laugh, "I could never hate you Michael! I've loved you for three years now and I just want to finally be with you!" I say, happily because I think he likes me back. Instead of kissing me and telling me how he felt the same the entire time, I feel his fist making contact with my cheek. Ouch. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" I yell, "worthless piece of shit" he hisses, "how could you ever think I'd fall for a faggot like you?!"

Instead of answering, I start crying.

Michael P.O.V.

I see how Luke's starting to cry, I see how my words hurt him. Why did I say that..?

'No Luke!.. I love you!..'

That's what my real me wants to yell. But there's this evil, dangerous part in my soul that says

'You're worthless. Nobody would like you. He's only messing with you'

And I believe that part.

I'm worthless.

Fat.

Ugly.

A faggot.

Nobody would ever love me.

And that was the first time, that I longed for the feeling of a blade touching my skin...

A/N : I'm so sorry I didn't update earlier. School started and everything was really exhausting and I've got a new boyfriend and so I never had the time for updating.

Hope you like it tho.

Could get triggering in the next chapters..

Michaels being mean.

Luke's being a baby.

I cried while writing this because Muke would be just unicorns and glitter fluff and they shouldn't hate each other even if they did before but they shouldn't ever again :(

I'm being sentimental.

I need to sleep.

Good night.

Love xx