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4 - stupid

Luke left his aunt's house with a stomach full of bacon, and ears full of All Time Low.

He was actually happy.

Which was saying something, as he was on his way to his first day of school.

New.

New kid.

New class.

New teachers.

Fück.

The only thing that could make this bearable was Michael.

Seeing Michael every day, well, 5 days a week, for 7 hours straight, made Luke's stomach fly into the stratosphere and flip 7 or 8 times.

Luke looked up and found himself in front of the school. He took a deep breath, adjusted his grey beanie and stepped inside, with Teenagers by My Chemical Romance blaring in his ears.

He made his way to his locker (with some help from a freshman) and loaded his books in. He stuck up a couple photos of Green Day and Blink and then locked it up with a slam. He made his way over to Michael's locker, where the green haired boy was standing. He looked fidgety and excited. Luke tapped him on the shoulder and Michael jumped, bumping into Luke in the process.

"Jesus, Puke. You scared the shīt out of me."

Luke laughed and sang the line from Teenagers ( 'Teenagers scared, the fūcking shīt outta me') which earned him a slap from Michael. It was a slap on his arm though, and Luke winced.

It was a poorly placed slap, unfortunately.

Michael yelped and grabbed Luke by the shoulders and snuggled him in his chest.

"Lukey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- you know, hit you there-"

Luke cut him off by placing his mouth on Michaels', fitting them in together like shelves, so that they were perfectly against each other.

Michael slammed Luke into his locker and knitted his fingers in his hair.

"I don't think I'm gay but you're an exception," Michael murmured into Luke's mouth, which earned him a muffled laugh.

God, if he could, Michael would tape that laugh and play it in his mind for eternity.

Tape.

Hmm.

Luke knew that it was his first day, and his days of skipping school were over, but Michael assured him that one day wouldn't count for shīt.

Michael pushed Luke into his beat up truck and laced his fingers in his.

As he started his car, he started to talk.

Luke noticed that Michael's voice was like treacle, thick and low.

"Listen, Luke, I know I've only known you for... God, a week? But, Jesus, I want you to forget about all the shīt you've been through. I don't even KNOW what has made you so sad, but I promise you, I am going to make you forget about all of it. Even if that means a SHITTON of making out. I don't care."

Luke thanked the lord that his legs could reach the breaks, and also thanked the lord that they were on a sunlit side road where no other cars would be driving.

He also thanked the lord that the backseat was big.