Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: So yeah I might be expelled bc life sucks and people complain about me and I don't even know why like one of my best friends left and I found out today that she told the school it was because of me and I don't even know what I did to her :'( whatever my life sucks anyway but I just hope I'm not expelled because school related things are what make me happy when everything else goes wrong, what will I do if I get expelled? People will think I'm a terrible person, or stupid even. ugh fml

Luke

Michael was bullied. Probably every day. People made fun of him for being gay, if I started dating him, would this happen to me too? It would probably happen even if we were just friends.

But he was worth it. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for weeks!" I exclaimed as I wrapped my arms around him, forgetting he didn't know who the fûck I was.

"Who are you?"

Those three words put me in more pain than I ever remembered suffering in my entire life, but I used my amazing acting skills to pretend I had thought he was someone else. "Oh," I said upon looking at his face, trying to hide how mesmerized I was by it... and other things... Damn, Michael, why'd you have to impose your dirty mind on me? "My name's Luke."

"Michael."

"Nice to meet you, Michael," I lied. It was nice to see him, but I had met him before.

"Nice to meet you, too, Luke."

"So, what's your next class?" Please be math, please be math, please be math...

"Math." YES MY MIND POWERS FINALLY WORKED WORSHIP ME!

"Cool, me too!" I squealed, showing more excitement than I wanted to, and pulled him alongside me to my math class, hoping it was the right one for him. Thank God it was, otherwise that would have been very embarrassing.

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"So, why did you hug me so tightly before?"

I scoffed. "Don't pretend you didn't like it." He blushed and I chuckled at his adorable reaction. "I thought you were someone else," I told him as if it was obvious, or at least true.

"Hey, Luke!" Jamie yelled from across the cafeteria, pretending it was me that she was exited to see, so Michael wouldn't think she was a stalker like I'm sure he did when he met me. "Who's this?" she asked, and I tried not to laugh.

"This is Michael."

"Is this your girlfriend?" Michael asked uncomfortably.

I chuckled. "Nah, I don't have a girlfriend." Hint.

"Besides, I'm a lesbian. No guy's ever gonna get with this," Jamie said, hands on her hips, "so don't even think about it." We all knew he wasn't thinking about it.

Michael blushed. "No, I'm... I'm gay, too."

"Cool!" Jamie said a little too loudly, trying to act exited about this "new" information that she already knew. "We can go do our nails together, ooh, and we can go shopping, you can tell me what looks good even if you're not attracted to girls, right?"

He chuckled. "Nah, I said I'm gay, not a girl."

She frowned. "Should I be offended?"

"No no no," he said quickly, not knowing she was kidding. "I'm not trying to be sexist or anything, I was just joking."

Jamie and I both bursted out laughing. "So was I," she giggled.

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The three of us hung out at school for the next few months, before I asked them to come over to my house for a sleepover. Jamie said she wasn't allowed to sleep over at guys' houses, which was confusing and amusing... Hey that rhymed! As I was saying, she was a lesbian, why wasn't she allowed to go over to guys' houses?

"My mom doesn't know," she said quietly.

"You haven't come out to your mom yet?" Michael asked.

"No, I pretty much just said that." I was about to say that I hadn't either, then I realized I hadn't even come out to Michael, so I didn't say anything. For some reason I was scared to tell him.

"Well," I said, slinging an arm over Michael's shoulder, "I guess it's just you and me."

Jamie bit her lip. "Sorry," Michael said. "We can arrange something else where you can come."

"No, it's not that," she whispered, and I was relieved, but worried at the same time. "I just remembered something my old girlfriend used to do."

I groaned. "Sara? James, you need to get over her." (A/N: that was not a typo nor autocorrect, James is his nickname for her because it's shorter than Jamie.)

"I am," she lied. "I just remembered... How I would always confuse when to use me and I at the end of a sentence there, and she would always correct me."

"Oh, sorry, I guess it's just you and I, Michael."

She facepalmed. Michael giggled--yes, giggled, and it was adorable, by the way. "You said it right the first time."

"Oh."

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"I haven't been to a sleepover in forever," Michael said to me when my mom picked us up from school. "And even then, it wasn't with friends."

"Who was it with?" I asked, opening his door for him.

"My parents." That's depressing. He blushed, making me smile. I was pretty smug since I read in the diary that he started liking me two days ago. He wasn't in love with me yet, but he did like me, and that felt pretty damn good. You know, since I was in love with him and all.

"Well, I promise this will be a lot more fun," I smirked, getting in on the other side.

"Hey, my parents were fun, we watched movies."

I chuckled and reached over to ruffle his hair. He smacked my hand. "Well, this will be even more fun. As long as you stop hitting me, ow." I rubbed my hand dramatically. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you can't mess up the fringe." He gave me a pointed look, and I tried not to visibly swoon at how cute he was. I know you know what I'm talking about. I mean, just look at that face.

"Why would I mess up my own hair? I assume that's what you're talking about since mine is the only notable fringe in this car."

Michael pretended to be offended, as my mom said, "Now, now, guys, no fighting."

"Har, har, Mum."

Michael snickered. "With all respect, Mrs. Hemmings, we weren't fighting."

She laughed so hard I swore the car was going to crash. "I know, and you can call me Liz."

"Okay..."

"So, Liz, what's for dinner?"

"Not you, Luke!"

"So, Mom, what's for dinner?"

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I wanted to touch him so badly. I could have, but I was scared, even though I knew he liked me. I just wished he would tell me... Of course, he thinks I'm straight, so... yeah.

Maybe I should tell him. If not that I like him, my sexuality? No. I just couldn't force myself to say it. I shouldn't have let my fear take over me like that, but I did. I didn't tell him.

Michael was finished with his popcorn, so he reached into my bowl and took some. "Hey! Just because I'm fat doesn't mean you can take my popcorn."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Luke, you're not fat." I saw him looking at my body and I shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes I am, I eat too much and I don't exercise enough."

Michael suddenly got a serious look on his face. "Luke, you better not stop eating." I loved how much he said my name, it seemed he really liked saying it, and that made me happy.

"I won't." Food was too important to me. "I won't, but... I need to lose weight somehow."

a/n: So I left it off there bc flashback but Michael's face when they were talking about hair is on the side I think

well bye.

- <3 rach <3