august 09, 2014
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"luke get up! for christ's sake! why is this my responsibility?! i didn't ask for some stupid kid to move into my room, let alone to have to drag his ass out of bed."
luke opened his eyes and blinked a few times to regain his vision.
"fuck dude i kind of thought you were dead." michael laughed, "you're impossible to wake up."
luke sat up and rubbed his eyes, then ran his hands through his hair.
"they brought in clothes for you this morning that apparently your parents had brought. change and get a shower if you want- we have breakfast and then group therapy time. be ready by 8." michael said, "they told me to act like your mentor. i don't want to but if you listen to me, we'll be on good enough terms."
michael then walked away and went into their shared bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
luke, sighing under his breath, stood up. he made his bed, and saw michael's wasn't made, so he decided to be nice and do it for him.
he saw the familiar pile of his clothes from home and smiled, looking through them and picking out an outfit- black skinny jeans and a grey jumper that read 'supernatural.'
he looked in the mirror and attempted to fix his messy hair, but gave up and grabbed a beanie from the pile, tugging it on his head just as michael came out of the bathroom.
"about that shower i told you to get- i just took a shit, like a bad one, so you might wanna wait until la- what the fuck?" michael started, averting his gaze to his perfectly made bed. "who the fuck said you could touch my shit!"
luke's eyes widened.
"answer me you fucking idiot! why did you think it was okay to touch my bed!" michael screamed in luke's face.
the smaller boy walked over to his bed and grabbed the whiteboard.
he began to write something, but michael smacked the board out of his hands.
"use your fucking words- faggot." michael screamed.
luke winced at the harsh word and closed his eyes tightly. he slid down until he was sitting on the floor, clutching his knees as he rocked back and fourth- trying to shut out michael's continued screaming.
thankfully- a doctor rushed into the room and grabbed michael, pushing him into the chair that sat in their room and rushing to luke's side.
"luke did he hurt you?" the doctor asked.
luke shook his head no.
"i'm so sorry- it's his explosive disorder, he does this every time he has a roommate or is around people for too long." the doctor said.
luke grabbed the whiteboard from the floor beside him, and wrote 'it's okay, i understand.'
the doctor smiled and nodded, "you're a good kid- you know that? most people would've gotten into a fist fight with him. did he say anything that may have triggered you?"
luke wrote, 'he called me a faggot, i'm gay..'
the nice woman frowned, she stood up and walked over to michael.
"for christ's sake clifford- why do you have to be such an asshole! your therapy has done absolutely nothing for you, clearly. you could be out of here if you'd just cooperate! you just added yourself another month because you triggered another patient. good fucking job."
michael scoffed, "fuck off ashley,"
"okay you earned yourself solo lunch and solo therapy for a week. quit being such a dick." ashley sighed, calling in another doctor to take him to the room where he'd eat alone.
"luke, sweetie, the cafeteria is down the hall, it's time for lunch and then group therapy. better head down before everyone takes the good food." ashley smiled, leaving the room.
luke groaned and stood up, going to the doorway and looking both ways. he was nervous to meet anyone else, considering how things were going with his roommate already.
he mentally decided just getting it over with was the best choice, then he could return to the room and ignore michael.
he left the room and entered the cafeteria, finding a tray and getting a scoop some strange looking concoction that they were serving. he grabbed a chocolate milk and went to find an empty table.
he sat down, and began to drink his milk. thugs were quiet in the cafeteria, small talk occurring between some of the patients.
after a few minutes, a short boy with piercing blue eyes and dark hair sat down in front of luke.
"you must be new! i'm troye." he smiled, reaching out his hand to shake.
luke smiled without teeth, shaking the boy's hand.
"what's your name?" troye asked.
luke but down on his lip, wishing he would have thought to bring the whiteboard down to lunch.
"oh, are you mute?"
luke nodded.
"no problemo, so is my buddy evan over there." he smiled, pointing over his shoulder to a boy with curly blonde hair. "if you want to talk i've got a pen and paper in my backpack. don't feel obligated though- if you want to be alone i'll leave you be."
luke shook his head no and pointed to troye's backpack, as if to tell him he wanted the paper.
troye smiled and grabbed a notebook out of his backpack, handing it to luke along with a pen.
luke scribbled down his name and held it up to troye.
"luke." troye spoke. "nice to meet you."
