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.

"you know these are bad for you, right?" "you know i dont give a fuck, right?" or; where luke works at a gas station and michael goes there to buy cigarettes everyday [lower case intended]

"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.

A story in which Luke Hemmings seeks relationship advice from his best friend, Michael Clifford. (cover by postermgc !!!)

In which an asexual and pansexual fall in love.

" Arkadaşlar farklı yataklarda yatar. "

bilinmeyen:Calum!Anal seks yaptığımızı sanıyordum michael:Uh...yanlış numara,dostum.

3:00am; the hour of the devil. michael clifford, the devil himself. | Copyright © mgcthood, All rights reserved 2014