Welcome to New Stone High School. Where your clique is your definition. Luke Hemmings is the schools biggest nerd, in all upper class men classes, a high GPA and enough credits to graduate. Always reading or solving away math problems. Experimenting, the only non-nerdy thing he does is strum notes on his guitar. Michael Clifford is the schools most popular kid, the kid everyone wants to be. His parents give him everything, he can get whoever he wants, do whatever he wants, he is on top. And there was no going outside your clique. Until "top-dog" takes a little detour. © Copyright 2015 ChangeFate

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❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

{SEQUEL TO MUTE} Michael and Luke Clifford. They were perfect, until little April came along. {#114 in fanfiction}

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 nor do I own Luke Hemmings. The events portrayed in this story did not occur in their natural lives, although some events are based off of true stories. Warning: This story is rated PG-13 at the LOWEST rating. Currently, it is UNRATED for I do not know how graphic the content may become. I suggest that only mature readers view this story and if at any time during the reading process you find it to be too much, please exit the story.

"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 as they rested on the table. "You have a dark spirit following you." Who knew from that day, Michael's world would get turned upside down, all by a dark spirit named Luke Hemmings.