Michael and Luke hate each other, and it was obvious to everybody. Until one day their bandmates got tired of it, and did something to show them what their rival lived like. Quite literally. Because they woke up in the opposites body. ☹☼
Hell, we're all a little psychotic, we're all fucked up. I just happen to hear voices. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ Michael and Luke meet in a mental institution. Luke is suicidal and Michael hears voices. A coming of age tale about finding your true self, no matter the circumstances. Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Michael Clifford...
"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking a...
michael, thats kind of the point of a secret admirer. its a secret for a reason. [ lowercase intended ] ©2014 PunkRockCal (lionsandcoffee) / L. Cecilia
Luke and Michael are neighbors who both have a tendency to leave their windows open. Fanfiction #9