Muke Oneshots

boys will be boys until the can't

I had this idea while shaving my legs... It just needs to be said.

In case you don't like it:
Feminine Luke

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Luke locked his bedroomdoor and fell on his bed.

The show in Toronto took all the little rest of his strength.

Little tears started to form in his eyes when he took off the skinny jeans and the tank top.

He searched through his suitcase and started to cry even more.

All his favourite stuff had to stay at home because on tour he couldn't wear it.

Luke sat on the floor next to all his clothes while looking at then and hating every inch of the fabric and himself even more.

“Luke?“ one of his band mates asked, knocked at the door.

Luke covered his mouth with both of his hands to not let out a sob.

“Are you alright? We called you to ask if you want pizza but you answered non of us.“

Luke took one hand off of his mouth. “I don't want pizza and I'm absolutely fine.“

“Please open the door Lukey...you are lying.“

Michaels calming voice made him hesitate but he moved away from the door to not come into temptations.

“No... I'm changing! You can't come in.“ Luke could hit himself for that stupid lie.

“Come one. I know you since high school. And I have seen you naked before.“ Michael said with a little laught in-between. “Please don't act like a girl.“

The blue eyes started to tear up even more so his vision blurred out completely and a few choked sobs escaped him.

“Oh no...don't cry more. I'm sorry...I don't know what I said wrong but don't cry more. Please let me in.“

“No.“ Luke whispered with a husky voice.

He knew he had an attack, he wasn't sure it it was a panic or anxiety one.

But he knew that he will pass out soon if he countined to stack up the air in his lungs without releasing it again.

“Shit Luke. Open this fuckin door, I don't want to break it.“

After a few seconds the door really opened up, the lock was suddenly broken.

But Luke lost the focus when Michael stormed in and saw his angel curled up on the floor leaning against the wall crying.
“Hey Luke...look at me, please.“

Luke smiled sadly and looked into the green eyes he liked really much.

“Don't pass out. Please... don't do that to me. Oh gosh.“

Luke would laught if he could because how overwhelmed the older one was.

Michael grabbed the small hands from his bandmate and squeezed then. “Come on Lukey. You need to breath with me.“

The blond felt stupid following the instructions of something his brain normally managed to do alone but he slowly calmed down, tears steams still down his face.

“What happened?“ Michael asked after a few quiet minutes.

Luke immediately broke the eye contact and blinked away the tears forming again in his eyes.
“Nothing important.“

“Lucas... don't lie to me. It's not the first time that you cry after a show...or general on tour. What's wrong?“ Michael said and gently cupped Luke's cheeks.

“It's Luke.“ he whispered still starring at one of his jeans in the floor. “and I can't tell you. You'll hate me.“

“I already hated you and I'm over that since 10th grade so please tell me...okay? There's nothing I would judge you for.“

It went silent in the room the only sound was the rhythm section playing on the playstation in one of their rooms.

Luke hesitated again and his eyes met the one from his bandmate. “I dont...I don't like the way I have to dress. The skinny jeans and Tanks...I don't like it.“

“And what do you want to wear?” Michael asked confused.

“Pretty printed flannels not that tight pants and Make up. I also want to try nail polish, or jell nails and leather boots. Maybe a skirt or dress. But I'm... I'm so scared of what they will say.“

Luke started to cry again while Michael pulled him into a hug. “We're going shopping on our day off Lukey.“