He (Muke Fic)

Chapter One

Michael closed his eyes as he pulled his shirt off, slowly opening his eyes, seeing himself in his mirror across the room. He sighed softly, walking over to it, looking at himself in disappointment.

He was all soft with lovely curves, which would have been perfect if he was a girl. But Michael was a boy, and every day, he fought to remind himself of that fact. All he wanted was for people to address him as such, but it never worked.

Michael sighed, prodding at his squishy chest and turning to look at himself from the side, shaking his head.

“Fuck you, I’m a boy.”

Michael dressed himself, uncomfortable as always with the way that his chest made his shirt stick out and how people looked at him as he got onto the school bus, plopping down into his usual seat. Time for another day of constant misgendering.

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Michael closed his locker, shifting his History textbook to his hip, stopping as he saw a tall, blond boy talking to someone who had once told Michael that he’d make him feel like the prettiest girl that had ever existed.

And he had been very nice and sweet to Michael on their handful of dates, and even after, but that had been two years ago, before Michael had figured out that he didn’t want to be a pretty girl, he just wanted to be a boy.

“Amelia! Come here, I wanna introduce you to someone!”

Michael closed his eyes for a moment, mentally calming himself, before walking over.

“Hi.”

“Amelia, this is Luke. Luke, this is Amelia. She’s in more classes with you than I am, so you’ll see her more often than me.”

Luke smiled at Michael, and Michael smiled slightly, breathing out a soft correction under his breath, which was just ignored.

“I’m a boy.”

The first bell rang, and Michael quickly ran off to class. But the whole time, he could hardly keep track of all the names his teacher was going over.

“Amelia?”

Michael dropped his head on the table, groaning.

“Michael.”

“Michael who? Last names in your answer.”

Michael sighed, shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“You better study then, Miss Clifford.”

Michael gripped at the edge of his desk, ready to tear his hair out. Maybe if he wasn’t so soft looking, or if his shoulders were wider, or his voice was deeper, or if his curves weren’t so womanly, people wouldn’t assume he was a girl.

Luke, for instance, was clearly a boy, with his height and wide shoulders and masculine frame. Michael slammed his head on his desk, causing people to look at him before he left the room for his next class.

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“I believe we’ve met.”

Michael looked up as Luke sat beside him.

“Yeah. We have, Hi.”

Luke smiled, turning his chair towards Michael, watching as Michael fiddled with the guitar. Their project in the music class for the day was meant to be partners teaching each other a song on an instrument they both played.

“It’s Amelia, right? I’m Luke.”

Michael’s fingers froze for a second, and he took a slow breath.

“Right, so what song were you planning on teaching me?”

“I have no clue,”

“Well, what’s something you think I can’t play yet?”

Luke hummed for a second as he thought, staring at the guitar.

“Give me a second to think.”

Michael nodded, letting his eyes scan the other students in the room, laughing and talking to each other as they helped with minor - or major - corrections. Their music teacher walked over, clapping Luke on the back.

“Everything all right?”

Luke nodded, gesturing towards Michael.

“Yeah, I was just trying to think of a song she can’t play, so I can teach her.”

“Alright. Tell me if you need help, and I’ll be right over.”

He smiled before walking away to check on another pair as Michael sat there in a stupor.”

“Amelia?”

“No. He.”

“What was that?”

Michael looked at Luke, ‘she’ and ‘her’ constantly running through his mind.

“HE!”

Luke’s eyes widened as Michael’s grip tightened on the guitar, taking it from him.

“It’s alright, calm down Amelia. No? What’s your actual name? I’ll use that instead.”

Michael took a breath, slowly releasing it as he took a moment to answer.

“My name is Michael, and I’m a boy.”

Luke nodded, ignoring everyone looking at them from Michael yelling.

“Right, sorry for fucking up, Michael.”

Michael grinned at hearing someone call him by his proper name, and he nodded.

“It’s alright.”

Luke nodded, picking up a guitar pick.

“Right, so, back on track so we don’t get zeroes for the day.”