The good books says we must suppress The good books says we must confess But who cares what the good books says Cause now she's taking off her dress ---------------------------------------------------------- Matty doesn't talk. He doesn't look at anyone, even. Except Gemma. George talked. He looked at people, too. He was beautiful and glowing and everyone liked him, even the teachers. The dark purple bruise-like shadows under Matty's eyes told a story. His pale skin was always littered in bruises, his small, brittle frame always slumped. The brown and golden strands of hair on George's head shone in the sun like his smile. His tall frame towered over everyone, and his hands were large and veiny and held only the prettiest and softest of girls' hands. George loved breathing. He couldn't ask for anything else, for this is what kept him alive, and he enjoyed his life. Matty hated breathing. He wanted to stop breathing. ---------------------------------------------------------- A Catholic school AU in which Matthew Healy and George Daniel fall helplessly in love.