"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.

student!luke and teacher!michael have some pretty big problems.

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

this ain't a movie that i wanna see. a tragic story, starring you & me ⓒ deathcabformuke

"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]

"So this is life. Moving on with or without you." 11k reads, thank you so much!

the one where a boy pretends to be a girl to trick the dickhead of the school.

"We have fanboys?" "I'm a boy and I'm a fan. What do you think that makes me?" "A fanboy." "No duh." - (title credit to @mukecorner)

Luke and Michael are neighbors who both have a tendency to leave their windows open. Fanfiction #9

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