Muke Fluff

Fairy Floss

“Your hair looks like fairy floss,” is the first thing Luke ever says to Michael, and after his brain has caught up with his mouth and he’s seen the expression on Michael’s face, Luke blushes so hard he can feel his ears heating up. Squeaking slightly in embarrassment, he ducks his head so fast his shoulders nearly touch in an attempt to escape his intense gaze, and chews his lip ring nervously. He’s been asked to show him around the school, and had been planning on saying something witty and welcoming, but the first thing he saw was bright pink hair, and his mouth has always had a mind of its own.

It’s not like Luke says offensive things (the few friends he has are convinced he couldn't say a bad word against his worst enemy, not that he has one). He usually makes innocent observations that sound like compliments in his head, and most girls, would swoon, especially paired with his Australian accent, which isn’t very commonly found here in Cheshire, but apparently the guys Luke like, don’t like it when you say their accents are interesting before you’ve said hello, or if you tell them their eyes look like river stones before you tell them your name. He expects him to scoff, to be offended, to spend the rest of the day inching away from him just like all the other guys do once he’s let his mouth run away from him. Instead, he giggles, and it’s such a pretty sound Luke looks up.

 “Thank you.” He’s smiling at him, and he holds a hand out.

 Luke takes his hand, the strings of Michael's many bracelets pressing against his wrist, and shakes. “Your hair is really, very pretty; I’m Luke.”

“Oh, um hi, I’m new, like, my name isn’t new, its Michael but uhh... Are you supposed to be showing me around?” His voice is soft and a bit husky, while he stammers, like he doesn’t use it very often. Luke thinks that’s a shame, because he has a rather charming voice and he’d like to hear the boy talk some more.

“You have a very beautiful voice, almost as beautiful as you.” Luke tells him, digging his left shoe into the ground. Michael blushes but mumbles a small thank you.

They’re still shaking hands, but Luke doesn’t think it’s awkward. He asks Michael if he does. He shakes his head, still smiling at him with his pretty green eyes and flaming pink hair.

If they spend the rest of the day holding hands, they don’t mention it...