Notes •muke•

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Luke.

My eyes narrow down at Michael sleeping on the bed.

Then my wrist.
It's all scarred up and hurt.
There's really no where else to cut myself because if just be re opening scars I already cut before.

Michael was drinking a lot and passed out.
His head moves and he looks at me.
Still drunk.

"Whoa bro you have a hill o-on you h-" he trailed off.
I just look at him.

"What are those o-on your hand thingy" he asked pointing down at my wrist and grabbing it.
"Ha, those show signs of how Fucking weak you are you fucking asshole" he angers.

I just look down at them.
" Your just a weak ugly fucking emo weak boy" he stands up.

"At least I don't have SCARS on my arm hand thingy" he says.
He held up his arm I show me his wrist.

A single tear just falls.
I just get up and start walking.

Michael come out of the bathroom.
With something in his hands.
A razor.
" Guessing this thing is yours you worthless pothetic asshole" he yells throwing it at me.

I just run out of the house.
And slam the door.

" Goodbye Michael" I say running.

"Again" I whisper.

My legs pain from me running.
And I was running and running.

When I heard a voice yelling me name and headlights.

Ashton.
I just turn around.

"What are you doing alone" he asks.
He sounds nice.
"I -I'm just t-aking a j-og" I stutter tryin not to cry.
" That's not just a run, who are you running from" he asks.

What is this about, he's being nice and it doesn't make sense.
He took my hand and pulled me in his truck.

"W-where a-re you-" I was cut off by Ashton's lips touching mine.

I didn't pull away.
I didn't.

I just sat there.
Kissing my arch enemy.
On my lips.

And the lips were not michaels.
He put his hand on my cheek like how Michael did.

Then he pulled away from the kiss.
My eyes closed.
Stayed closed.

"What are you doing here alone running?" He asked again.

"Michael was drunk, a-and called me a pathetic weak asshole because I have-" I trailed off.
"You have scars" he added.

"I do to" he said putting his arm out.
"Ashton why are you doing this, shouldn't you be punching me to death" I asked.
I didn't even stutter that one.

He just looked over.
"I realized how perfect you were luke" he says.
My eyes widen.
"Ashton you just-" he kissed me again.
"You don't need Michael clifford"

"When you could have Me" he says.