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

"mommy, why isn't that boy talking to me?" "oh, honey. he's deaf." [ where ashton meets a boy named calum who is deaf, starts out being them really young then getting older if y'know what i mean]

"Kiss me, you loser," "No problem my red headed punk rocker," A series of letters between Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford; two Australian idiots brought together via English project. Trigger warning: Self harm Cover by undertoness

"I then realized that I really loved the feeling of Luke's lips against mine, and I really loved making out with him in the back of the tattoo shop, with only a curtain to hide us from everyone else, and the soft sound of The Paper Kites playing in the background. And more importantly, I realized that I loved Luke." // © gayboymichael, 2014-2015. Completed. Translations in my first reading list.

"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.

death hope heaven guilt life

Muke Clemmings fanfiction based on Catfish: The TV Show

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

"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.

"i don't need this place babe, 'cause i got you, my own personal insane asylum" muke personal insane asylum by fly away hero