A/N hi when I say chips I mean fries okay I'm BRITISH don't get confused. Also disclaimer: this fanfic is not meant to be like hundreds of chapters long so if it seems like it's moving too fast that's why xx
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•Luke•
I went round Macy's again the following night for dinner, which was nice of her and her parents. Macy and I had taken our chips upstairs to eat because she said her parents were too embarrassing.
"Luke," Macy said with a mouthful of chips, "you should just get Michael's number."
I quite literally choked on one of my chips as I tried to fathom what she'd just said.
"What?" I choked out, "yeah, right." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.
"Well, Luke, I have a surprise for you," Macy grinned excitedly as she fumbled around in her pocket and produced a piece of paper, "it's his number, alright?"
"How did you get this?" I asked with a chuckle, gratefully taking the piece of paper from her.
"Well, I asked on behalf of my best friend," she smiled happily.
"Me? Your best friend?" I asked, shocked.
"Yeah, Luke, you actually... get me..." Macy said, pulling me towards her so I could hug her. We'd become really close over the course of the week, telling each other everything... Almost.
"Same goes to you, Macy," I smiled, my voice muffled by her shoulder. I'd never had a friend who'd accepted me before. Not that anyone else really knew me.
Even to myself I was a weird kid who liked pink, liked dresses and also liked punk rock music. To myself, it was a weird concept and a weird combination. To myself, I was still unsure of exactly who I was and how to define it. I was confused and a little lonely. I mean, who'd want to date a boy who makes skirts in his spare time?
"This one's really pretty," I gasped, pointing at a small black dress with gathering in the waist. I held it up to my body and Macy laughed.
"Just put it on," Macy said seriously.
"No! I'm not putting a dress on," I giggle.
"I'm serious!" she says, "actually no, not that one. Put this one on." Macy reached under her bed and displayed the finished product of the daisy dress that I loved.
"I'm not... I don't..." I stuttered.
"Put it on, please?" Macy asked innocently, "I may or may not have made it for you."
"What? You made... a boy's dress?" I asked, instantly intrigued as I stepped into the dress, tugging off my jeans in the process.
"I guess, yeah," she mumbled, "it looks surprisingly good on you."
"It's a dress, I'm wearing a dress. Wow this is weird," I said, staring at myself in the mirror. I guess it didn't look so bad. It was a big step. I took the dress off, deciding that we would take baby steps if she actually wanted me to try on girly stuff. It was one thing for me to wear women's jeans on a regular basis, but a dress?
"Text Michael!" Macy said suddenly, breaking all the tension in the air. I nodded nervously, saving his number into my phone as 'Purple haired candy floss guy' and smiling as I texted him.
Me: hi Michael it's Luke :-)
"Sent," I chuckle, breathing out. I was pretty sure by this point that Macy knew I was gay, it's just that I didn't have to hide anything with her. But did I want her to be the first person I'd told? What if she told everyone? What if-
Purple haired candy floss guy: hey Lucas that's a creepy smiley face :)
Me: UR creepy
Purple haired candy floss guy: ur creepier lol
Then I got a text from my mum saying that I should probably come home.
"Macy I have to go," I said sadly, getting up from the bed.
"Okay," she smiled.
"Macy..." I paused for a second, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Macy I'm gay."
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a/n luCAS BLESS YOUR LITTLE HEART
~Teddy
