•Luke•
"I'm gay," Michael blurted. I was shocked to say the least but most of all I wanted to grab him and dance or kiss his face or-
"Michael," before I knew what I was doing my hands found their way to the wig and I yanked it off, along with the fake glasses.
Shit.
What have I done? I panicked, realising that I'd probably just blown any chances I had with Michael.
"L-Luke?" Michael choked, his face had paled as he stood up slowly.
"I- I can explain, Mikey please let me explain," I begged but he'd already gone, "fuck." I ran my fingers through my hair, just then realising what a twat I must've looked like when I ran after him in a fucking dress.
I ran all the way to his house and continuously knocked on the door, already crying.
"I'm not home," he said from the other side of the door, "please Luke just go away. I don't know who you even are anymore."
"I- Michael- I'm fucking proud of you," I choked, "when- when you're ready, please come over to my house and I'll show you who I really am."
I sadly walked away from his door and practically ran back home.
When I finally got through the door I was a bundle of jittery nerves as I ran upstairs, trying to catch my breath as I wiped away the stupid mascara stains and took off the stupid dress. Instead, I got changed into my (women's) jeans, a pink and white baseball t shirt, my pink converse and my flower crown.
Because those are the clothes I was most comfortable with.
This is me, I thought to myself, even if I hate myself, this is me.
Then there was a knock at the door.
I fixed my stupid hair and hurried downstairs and opened the door to see Michael, who also had tears stained down his face, standing outside.
"This is me, Michael, and I fucking love pink," I announced shakily as I gently ushered him inside, "c-come upstairs. I have to show you something."
I led the purple haired, tattooed, pierced boy upstairs and took a deep breath before pulling out the various skirts and garments I'd been making.
"I- I've never shown anyone this before," I shakily spoke, my voice nothing but a whisper, "I make stuff... I love fashion and girly things, okay?"
Michael was silent.
•Michael•
I stayed silent for a long time. The poor boy was crying, hugging the cute little skirts and dresses to his body. I wanted to tell him that it didn't matter if he liked pink, it didn't matter if he was girly it didn't matter if-
"Y-you were the 3rd person I've ever come out to, Luke, and I-it wasn't even you," I choked out, "its so hard, not knowing what people are going to think of you, you know?"
"Michael I- I'm," he stuttered, looking up at me through his tears, "I'm... I-" he choked up on the words but I didn't let him finish because I wrapped my arms round his small body, making him drop the garments and cry into my shoulder.
"I'm gay too," he whispered as he pulled away from me, shutting his eyes, "you're the second person I've ever told."
"I'm fucking proud of you," I cried, "Luke I'm so proud of you, okay? I don't care if you like pink, if you make stuff I- I think it's fucking cool that you're you." I hugged him again, the tears refusing to stop falling from my eyes.
"I'm proud of you too Mikey," Luke blubbered, "I'm- you're- I-" he stammered nervously as our foreheads pressed together.
"Luke I'm..." I started but I couldn't bring my self to say it I'm gonna kiss you.
"Michael-" I smashed my lips onto his.
Please kiss me back
Please don't reject me
Please don't push me away
The pretty boy's lips felt ecstatic as he melted into the kiss, both of us still choking on happy tears as I gripped his hips.
•Luke•
He was kissing me and I was kissing him back and it was beautiful. My legs felt weak when he pushed his tongue into my mouth but I gasped when I felt something cold on his tongue. I soon realised it was a tongue piercing and made a mental note to ask him about that later.
The cold metal pressed against the hot of my tongue and I moaned, my fingers grabbing his t shirt as I fisted it.
I felt e c s t a t i c.
"Did you just moan?" Michael breathed as we stumbled blindly back towards the bed.
"Don't ruin it," I begged with a giggle, still crying a little bit when he pecked my red lips.
"Woah," he breathed.
"Woah," I agreed, trying to catch my breath, "you have a- a tongue piecing?"
"Oh, yeah, just some stupid thing I got ages ago," Michael scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I like it," I blurted, "I- I really like it."
"You do, huh?" Michael smirked at me, pulling me into his lap and playing with my hair.
"So um..." I said nervously, "can I kiss you again?" I asked, desperately wanting to reignite the fiery blaze inside of my soul when I kissed Michael the first time.
"Obviously you can," Michael giggled at me, cupping my face, "you're so pretty." he muttered before locking his lips with mine, this time pulling me onto his waist and letting me straddle him as he worked his tongue with mine, raking his hands through my hair and sending me into a total state of ecstasy.
"Oh m-" I moaned, blushing slightly at how girly it had sounded. He flipped us over and straddled my waist, before pulling me up so I was sat in his lap, breathing heavily.
"You're a good kisser," he said breathlessly.
"Ya think?" I panted, my arms round his neck as I wrapped my legs round his waist. He played with my hair as we sat there grinning at each other for a long, long time, just taking in the beautiful thing that had just happened.
"I uh- I really like you Luke," Michael mumbled quietly, his forehead pressed against mine as he gripped my hips to pull me more into his lap.
"I really like you too," I giggled, still on a high from kissing him.
Like a d r u g.
And all I wanted in the world was to kiss him again. So I did.
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A/N WOOO FINALLY THEY KISSED
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LATER ON IN THE BOOK BUT IM
WEAK AND I COULDNT WAIT SO HERE YA GO
IF YOU EVEN THINK ABLUT SAYING THEYRE MOVING TOO FAST STFU
JK ILY ALL
~Teddy
p.s TEDDY IS JUST A COVER NAME Its NOT MY REAL NAME OKAY JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE OK COOL.
