This is not a story of peace or love. This is a story of grease. Of sex. Of blood. Of all the things we're desperate to control. This is the story of one boy struggling to keep his head above water as everything begins to cave in around him. It's all about living fast and dying young.
Michael sees things he shouldn't when he meets Luke. (completed. highest ranking #52 in fanfiction)
"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...