ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ // ᴍ.ʜ.

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Lukes P.O.V

My eyes couldn't help but widen at his confession. Did, did he really just say that? Did he, Michael Gordon Clifford, Schools biggest bully, probably the biggest player in town, just call my eyes beautiful?

If this is a dream, don't you ever dare wake me up. I won't hesitate to chase you until your death with a broom.

He chuckled at my eyes widening.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Did the Cat catch your tounge?"

Quickly, my face turned serious and i pointed to his hand that was still lingering on my mouth.

He snorted a type of chuckle, which i don't know how that's even possible.

"Right, yeah, forgot about that."

Taking his hand off my mouth, i let out a big "oof", as if i hadn't took a breath in a while.

"Wha- Why the he-he...oof, why the h-h-heellll did you do that?"

"No clue." he shrugged. Wow, big help Michael.

"Okay, you know what? I'm 'gonna get straight (hehehehhehe this is a gay fanfic katie u dumba-) to the point. Why on earth did you invite me to come over?"

"Hm, you ask a lot of questions."

"Only the ones necessary. So, why am i here?"

"Don't be so stressed babe."

"Don't call me 'babe', i am not your 'babe', i'm not anyones 'babe'. I don't belong to anyone."

"Ts ts ts, no manners? Gosh, that's not polite Luke."

"You know what's also not polite? The fact that you just scared my perfectly fine soul out of my body."

"I just want to talk Luke."

"About what Michael? You want to talk about what? Hm? What do you want from me Michael? Don't you think you've done enough already? I'm tired of your shit. What, do you think this is a game? Just tell me what you want, to get over it already."

He sighed. He looked to his right side, the back at me. Walking over to his bed, he sat down on it, then motioned for me to sit down next to him.

Furrowing my eyebrows, i look at him with a expression that reads 'Really? Seriously?'. Once again he motioned for me to sit down, more abruptevly this time though, with his eyes wide and his hand sternly motioning to the spot. I rolled my eyes, walking over next to him, sitting down where he motioned to before.

"So, are you going to tell me?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Alright, i'm going to ask you again, why did you want to meet me, especially at your house?"

"Alright, i'm going to tell you again, i invited you here to talk." He mocked me. I rolled my eyes again.

"Hmpf," he chuckled. "I'm suprised you haven't found a brain back there, considering that you roll your eyes so much."

I look at him with a 'Not cool bro' look. Raising up his hand with defeat, he looks down. After a bit, he opens his mouth to apparently start talking.

"I've been bullying you for two long. I know it is, always was and always will be, so wrong of me. And i know that it is nothing to be forgiven for, i know i have no right to ask you for your forgiveness. But please Luke, hear me out."

He looked at me with sad eyes. His eyes, the beautiful, emerald, most amazing eyes i've ever seen, had for the first time, shown guilt and were pleading for forgiveness.