Different ❤Cake❤

~7

Luke

 But how can he love me back? I stand there like an idiot for a minute, and so does he. Except he's..he doesn't look like an idiot. The way his puppy dog eyes water, his cheeks pink. My jaw hangs open. I'm unable to speak, even if I tried, I couldn't. Tears fill up in my eyes. I want to reach out and hug him. 2 reasons I can't, one, I am way too scared, and two, it would hurt like hell.

"Let's talk then..I-If that's okay?" His voice is shaky and his cheeks grow pinker. I nod. He motions for me to sit on the sofa. It takes me a minute for me to register this, he takes my unbroken hand and gently pulls me towards the white, fluffy looking couch. I sit, and he places his body next to mine. My stomach does somersaults and fireworks explode in my chest. He is so close. I'm almost scared to look up at him. His eyes are red. I feel terrible. "I can't be forgiven..I can however make it up to you. I'm so sorry, and I don't know why I think those words help it just seems okay to say because I'm running out of coherent thoughts," He says quietly and quite quickly.

"But they do help. They do because they show you're trying," I swallow hard. "It really..It's really okay now." Neither of us bring up our exchange of words a few minutes ago. Minutes. This seems like hours to me. I'm off in another world, and his leg is touching mine.

"Don't say that, you can't possibly mean it," His eyebrows furrow and he looks away. I shake my head softly. 

"I possibly can Calum. Because it is, I understand why you did what you did, I understand why everyone else does it too, so really it's perfectly..fine.." I swallow hard again. He slowly looks back at me.

"What do you understand?" A soft look is on his face now, no more furrowing of the eyebrows.

"Look at me. I'm begging to be hit," I roll my eyes at myself and sigh.

"You don't deserve this pain." His words shoot at me like fire arrows. I've never really figured any of this as bullying, or pain. I just figured you know, people can just have bad days. I have..a lot..All the time. Everyday.

"I do," I realize. I'm gay. I'm stupid. Why should I not be put down for the wrong in my life? "I'm so messed up, it's practically normal and okay for people to point it out."

"No..Luke don't fucking think like that okay? No one deserves to have to run from seniors and end up-" He stops and breathes. I wait. "No one deserves this. You don't. You're not what they say, you aren't what I say." My chest gets a tight feeling. I stare into his brown eyes. He stares back. His words touch me. No one has ever really been so kind, and to have him, the source of everything good and bad in my life,  say this. The tears come back. But I feel, this time, they aren't all bad. He reaches out and takes my hand. I let the tears fall.

"Come closer," I whisper. He slides over and puts his other arm around me, of course not my shoulders. His thumb traces little squares and circles on the top of my hand. I feel warm and comforted. Never in my life would I had seen this coming. I feel...almost happy. 

"Let it out..I can tell you're holding it back, cry Luke..It's okay now."

And I do. Through the whole time, he whispers comforting things. He tells me it's gonna be okay. I somehow have hope in his words. They comfort me just as he. I sniff, and he's kind enough to get up and get a box of tissues. He smiles and I can't help but to smile back. 

"You have a beautiful smile.." It finally comes up. He compliments my smile, and I have no choice but to let it out, but not tears, words.

"I think you're beautiful," I'm impressed I got the words out. My voice is a bit shaky, but I cant tell from the outside, he melted on the inside.

"I-I uh um erm.." His face grows hot and he tries to pretend hes not smiling. I smile up at him. "Th-thank you." He slowly smiles back. He sits back down and looks down at his hands. "We might want to go..we have a few minutes before second block begins."

"No..It's okay. I mean if you want, but, I uh, I don't feel like going."

"Starting with that.." He trails off. I raise my eyebrow.

"With what?" I ask softly.

"What they are like at school, if it doesn't end I'm going to kick some ass. God man if I could kick my own ass, I would." He sighs.

"Shh.." I hold back a laugh at his corniness. I think it's adorable. He looks up at me with half of a smirk.

"What's so funny?"

"You," I chuckle. He grins and I laugh. "You really are beautiful." He blushes again and I lean into him a bit. He slides his arm around my torso again and I feel him pull me onto his lap. He sure knows what he wants. I adjust my legs, i dont know how to act yet,

"So..How bad are the injuries?" The words seem like they hurt him to say, like as they left his lips, nails dug into his skin.

"My shoulder should be okay in about three weeks..My hand is only sprained...I'll be okay."

"I just want you to know that I wasn't chasing you to hurt you." He says quietly. 

"Calum..It's okay," I turn to face him better, he looks up at me. 

"You know you're quite tall.." His lips turn up to a smile. I shrug.

"I'm not that ta-"

"It's also quite hot."

"I'm just that tall." He laughs. (He says as he plays around with a cloud. <3)