"What the fuck did you just say!?" I demanded, turning towards the guy. He was about 17. "Your little boyfriend is a freak." He said. "Fuck off. Shut the fuck up or you'll regret it." I hissed. "Michael, please don't.." Luke murmered. "No Luke." I answered.
"Shut up, Luke. Maybe he doesn't like you. I mean, i don't see how anybody could. Freak. Fag. You're disgusting." He teased. I tried to not throw my clenched fists at the guys face, but then i saw Luke's face fall and tears were forming in his eyes. Then i lost it.
-Luke's pov-
I didn't even know what happened; all i knew was that within 10 minutes, a teenage boy was crying on the floor with a bloody, and probably broken, nose and Michael was mercilessly kicking him; also that Michael was ignoring my screams and pleas for him to stop as i felt tears rain down my face, along with my mascara. Maybe he couldn't hear me with all the people around us, combined with himself screaming at the crying boy.
And I guess he couldn't hear when the security told him to stop.
Or when the cops were dragging him away...
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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...
