-lukes pov-
I walked in the small cafe, automatically seeing Kimmy. She smiled and waved. "Hey Kimmy. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that" I said immediately. "Don't be sorry." She said. I shrugged. "I shouldn't have called Michael." She added. "Its fine. Because guess what!?" I exclaimed.
"Hmm?" She hummed. I knew I was smiling big and she smiled. "He kissed me that day and now were dating." I told her. She smiled. "That's great!" She said. I nodded. "Thanks so much Kimmy" I smiled. "Any time" she laughed.
"Uum, Luke" she started a few minutes later. "Yeah?" I asked. She seemed nervous as fuck. She was picking at her thumb nail. "I um" she hesitated. "Kimmy you can tell me anything" I told her. She looked at me and sighed. She bit her lip lightly, looking down.
"Do you remember about 3 months ago? When like," she sighed. I was confused. "Kimmy, tell me what's wrong." I said. "You're gonna be upset" she mumbled. "No I'm not. Just tell me." I insisted. "Okay..." She took a deep breath and when she opened her eyes, there were tears in them.
"Do you remember 3 months ago? You were curious and you wanted to fuck a girl just to see what it was like and if you were bi?" She asked. I turned red. I was not bi. "Yeah" I answered after a quiet second. "Well, um, I um" she said quietly, still looking at her hands.
"I'm pregnant" she suddenly burst, looking at me as tears ran down her face. "W- what?" I asked. "Im 3 months pregnant." She said. I stared at her in shock for a few minutes. We had a few people staring at us but oh well.
"Luke, say something" she cried. "I- I uh" I tried. She stared at me with other people.
-michaels pov-
I slammed the door. Luke should be home soon and then I could talk to him about everything that happened. A few minutes later, Luke came in the door. He looked distracted. Like he was thinking. And he looked upset, but kind of shocked. "Luke" I cautiously said.
"Yes babe?" He asked. "Are you okay?" I asked him. "Yeah" he smiled. "What's wrong Michael? What happened" he suddenly asked. I sighed. "Calum came by. He um, he said he loves me and that he wants me to be his." I hesitantly explained. He groaned and plopped onto his bed, curling up under his blanket.
"Luke are you alright?" I asked as a few sniffles were heard. "No. I'm gonna lose my baby to fucking Calum. Calum!" He exclaimed. "I love you so much Michael. It hurts." He added.
"Luke, princess" I said, crawling under his blanket and pulling his crying body close to me. "You won't lose me." I told him. "But you love Calum" he cried. "Loved, Luke. I loved Calum" I said. ”you don't love him anymore?" He sniff led. "Nope." I replied. "Oh" he said quietly.
I smiled.
***
"How did things go with Kimmy?" I asked him. He dropped his fork before looking at me. "F- fine" he lied. "Don't lie" I said. "What happened princess?" I asked him. He sighed. "You really don't want to know." He answered. "Yes I do" I told him.
"You'll be pissed off" he said. "Nah" I disagreed. "You really will" he argued. "Lucas tell me" I said. He sighed. "Well um, okay..." He hesitated, taking a deep breath.
"3 months ago" he started, dropping his gaze to his hands where he nervously played with his fingers. "I wanted to know if I was bi" he added quietly. I nodded. "Okay?..." I cautiously answered, a bad feeling forming in my stomach at what his next words could be.
"And I was talking to her about not knowing my sexuality for sure" he told me, still looking at his hands. "Yeah..." I hesitantly said so he knew I was still listening. The bad feeling I in my stomach got worse.
"That was three months ago" he said. I sighed. "I already knew that Luke." I told him. He nodded. He mumbled something and my heart stopped. "What?" I asked to make sure I had heard it right. "I GOT HER PREGNANT!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face as he ran out the door.
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The Boy in the Skirt
FanfictionLuke likes pretty things. He likes wearing pretty things that make him feel pretty. Panties, skirts, flower crowns, lingerie, basically things that are stereotyped towards girls. He's in college, studying to be a psychologist. Michael likes pretty...