Muke One Shots

They don't need to understand

Making a cute one because I seem to write overly depressing one shots :/

LUKE

Everyday I hide so that he won't see me. Everytime I look him in the eyes, my heart melts and I end up speeding toward the locker rooms.

Junior year was tough, you know the school like the back of your hand but the people are constantly changing. Like girls for instance, they might be feeling like a hipster one day and a diva the next, maybe it's the period thing. I guess that's one of the reasons I don't find girls attractive.

Yes, I'm gay. And I just so happen to be in love with the most popular kid in school: Michael Clifford

Just his name gave me chills. He is on my mind from 24/7, even when I'm not thinking about him, I ask myself why I'm not thinking about him and then BAM, I'm thinking about him again!

Not only was he super popular, quarterback for the school's football team and the guy with girls on each shoulder, he is also my ex-bully.

He doesn't bully me anymore, and I didn't really mind when he bullied mw because I got some contact with him. Desperate, I know.

I was currently in the locker room, staring at my locker, bored as fuck. Nobody ever comes in here during lunch, which is why I am.

Everybody knows I'm gay, a nerd, the outsider. But nobody knows things that define me, like how I have 2 siblings or that I play soccer on weekends at our community church.

Nobody knows because they don't care. Nobody realizes that I'm an actual person, but I guess they never will.

The silence is broken when I hear the locker room door swing open and hit the side of the metal lockers.

It's either the P.E. teacher, Mr. Burks, or the jocks. And frankly, I'm praying it's the 1st one.

"Are you sure he's even in here?" I hear the deep, scruffy voice of Michael echo throughout the locker room.

"Yes, why the fuck would I lie to you?" Another jock says.

"I dunno, maybe you don't accept me and you brought me here to punch me in thw face!" Michael shouts, his voice getting lower.

"You're my best friend, I accept you. And yes, he's in here." The other person says.

After a second or two the locker room door is closed and heavy foot steps begin to pad in my direction.

"Luke?!" I hear Michael shout, his voice echoing off of the lockers.

I groan in response, knowing he'll probably want to punch me or insult me.

After a minute, he finds his way. He stands tall in front off me, even though I would be taller if I were standing up.

"Luke," He breathes out a sigh of relief.

"Look can you punch me, fast, because I really don't want to get insulted before hand." I close my eyes, waiting for the impact of his fist to my face, but it never comes.

I open my eyes to see Michael, a long look on his face. A tear escapes his eye and travels along his gorgeous face.

"I'm so sorry." He says, falling onto the bench and crying into my shoulder.

At first, I'm confused, but then I begin to rub his hair and everything feels alright.

No bully.

No harm.

Just us.

"I really like you, Luke." He sobs, looking up and wiping his eyes.

"I like you more." I smile down at him.

Some people may not get how it happened, but

they don't need to understand