Hello everyone:-) I secretly wrote a short story to escape work.

daddy issue

A little bit, since this story was written on a phone because our notebooks might break, so

daddy issue

Just wait, it will definitely come.

ps.

This story was written because of my own selfishness. If the story is confusing or anything, I apologize. It's a short story and I don't want it to be too long. Thank you to everyone who came to read our work.

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Michael Crifford, with his fiery red hair and confident demeanor, is one of the school's most popular kids from various elements. Unique hair color, eyes and musical abilities

It's different from Luke who doesn't take anything seriously. Except for ballet and mathematics, Luke Hemmings was the last son of Liz Hemmings. His two older brothers were also popular when they were in school. Why is he like this?

Luke's world-weary eyes looked around. Damn it, this place would already make him vomit. He tried to wither himself and walked out of the way towards his lockers. Fortunately, Michael today Clifford, who loves to tease Luke. Hemmings isn't here yet. Michael's locker was next to Luke's every day. Michael would often slam on the door, startling Luke. Luke hates Michael. Crifford the most and I admire him as well.

“The ballerina guy has arrived.” A familiar voice sounded from next to him, followed by the sound of a locker opening. Luke knew trouble had come to him and he tried to tidy up his things so he could isolate himself. He closed the door and headed towards class, but it was too late. “What an arrogance, I spoke to you and you didn't answer.” Michael grabbed Luke's small wrist. Small's wrist tried to jerk away but it seemed to make the restraints tighter than before.

“Pa, pa, let me go,” a stammering voice from fear spoke through beautiful pink lips that suited her face. The thin man's face began to darken. Seeing this made Michael feel happy.

“What, are you afraid of this?” Michael thought in amusement, pulling Luke's limp body closer to him. Luke Hemmings used both his arms to push himself away from the other man's chest. Luke struggled until the heavy bag fell from his arm. Things were scattered everywhere, attracting the attention of the people in the hall. Luke was both embarrassed and hurt and he wanted to kick Michael in the balls and find out.

But if he did that, Michael would definitely not give up his reservations and consume him.

And it was like heaven had come. His best friend, Ashton Irwin, is Luke's prince. They have been best friends since they can remember. Ashton has always been good to Luke and has stayed by his side even though Luke is gay and everyone doesn't welcome him.

“Isn't it fun teasing people who are helpless?” Ashton pulled the collar of his black shirt with the band's name on it.

Green day

Write until it's tight. Michael removed his hand from Luke's wrist. Luke doesn't care about anything other than not wanting Ashton in trouble.

“Ashton, come on.” Luke took Ashton's hand away from the collar of Michael's shirt. “It's not worth it,” he shook his head. Ashton looked at Luke and Michael's annoyed faces for a long moment and sighed, "Okay, let's get to class."

Ashton nodded his head reluctantly.

“Girlfriend, come help,” Michael said, a chuckle rising in his throat. Ashton turned to look but Luke grabbed his hand first. Ashton regained consciousness and we walked out.

“Luke, you need to fight.” Ashton grabbed Luke by the shoulders and pressed him against the wall. “Are you going to accept being teased like this for the rest of your life?” Luke looked down and played with his slender fingers.

"I don't want this to happen." He bit his lip. “Besides, violence isn't the solution,” Luke smiled sincerely.

“Wow, you really are,” Ashton ruffled his thick blonde hair. Luke pursed his lips before fixing his style. Ashton laughs at Luke.

It was Luke's eyes, that smile, that laugh. Everything Ashton said made Luke unconscious.

Every evening Luke goes to ballet practice. He always dresses up as a woman because his beautiful body and face resemble a woman's. When he performs, he can completely fool people by just wearing a wig. Even now, he still looks like a girl with a short haircut. Luke loves ballet. It helps him feel like a princess and disconnect from the real world.

He loved it more than anything. Moreover, here no one is disgusted by his gender, everyone likes him just like himself.

Luke often performs at big events, like today when he received news that in two weeks he would have to perform in front of tens of thousands of people. After practicing at almost 9:00 p.m. every day, I always walked home because it was very close. And he also likes the atmosphere at night.

"Beautiful person," a strong hand grabbed Luke's butt and he flinched like a kitten. He turned and saw two older men surrounding him. Luke tried to scream, but was muffled by a dirty hand. Luke tried to fight his way out, but another man grabbed him tightly.

The heart descends into the stomach. A clear liquid flows from Luke's eyes. Hemings had a million thoughts in his head. Will he survive? He thought of Ashton's face but it was impossible. He was so scared that Luke just closed his eyes tightly before hearing the sound of a struggle and him falling free from his restraints and falling to the ground. Luke quickly sat up and hugged his knees tightly to his chest.

“Police!” A loud voice shouted. Luke didn't want to know anything. He was so scared. Tears still flowed without ceasing. When you touched him, it hit you in the shoulder. He found that the person in front of him The man who helped him was Michael Crifford. Michael said nothing but gave Luke a hug. He was hesitant at first but chose to return the hug.

They stayed in that position for a long time. It took a long time until Luke felt better and pushed himself away.

“Thank you,” Luke wiped away the tear stains all over his face. He must look really bad right now, he thought. Michael scooped up Luke's face with both hands and gently wiped away Luke's tears with his fingers.

Luke's heart raced, his cheeks a bright pink. What, he had never felt like this before.

“Okay now.” Who hid Crifford?

“Um,” Luke nodded.

"Where's your house? I'll take you." Michael stood up and helped Luke up as well. He took off his thick sweater to cover Luke before wrapping his arms around his shoulders to support the thin man. Luke wanted to say no, but he was afraid.

“Walk straight all the way to the end,” Michael nodded in understanding.

“And who said anyone would dress like this for ballet practice?” Michael turned away and continued. “Normally, it's like women are in bad shape. Dressed like this..."

Michael tried to swallow the hard lump in his throat. “Dressed like this, it looks even bigger.”

“I'm sorry.” What else is he trying to tease me about? Is he planning to do something else? Luke's legs were beginning to frighten him from all the fear that had passed him, including this cold. Luke sank to his knees. "Oh!" His light pink stockings tore, revealing white paper-colored skin that was stained with red, a clear contrast from the... Both knees are together.

“Dammit,” he hurriedly picked up Luke's wings. “Is something wrong? I can't walk, so why don't you talk, idiot?” No matter how Michael spoke, his face clearly showed concern that someone like Luke could feel.

And Michael knew it.

“I think I can.” Luke tried to take a step but missed. He was wrong.

“What the hell are you doing? Come on!” Michael shouted and sat down with his face up. "What the hell are you standing there looking at? Get up."

“But,” Luke tried to steady himself on his ankle.

“Tell him to come up and come up.” Michael's loud voice startled Luke but he did as he was told. Luke hugged Michael's neck. Michael's long arms reached out and slowly and carefully supported both of Luke's legs. "May I?" Michael asked Luke, their breaths coming together. Michael's eyes widened and he hurriedly turned around. The face looks straight back.

“Oh, thank you, Clifford.” Luke rested his head tiredly on Michael's shoulder.

“Crifford?” Michael laughed loudly. “Michael is better.”

“Michael”

After all this Michael dropped Luke home and Luke's family informed the police but the culprit was able to catch the culprit because he was from the area and was caught within two days. After that day, Michael begged Luke to keep the matter a secret and Michael never teased or interfered with Luke again.

Luke should feel good, but he felt deep feelings for the owner of the fiery red hair. He hasn't repaid Michael yet.

PE class arrives. Luke hates PE because he's weak. He has several chronic diseases, including allergies, asthma, and other respiratory diseases. And every time he changed clothes, Luke was often teased about his body. This time, he waited for everyone to leave first. Once everyone had left, Luke quickly changed his clothes, but the unfortunate person accidentally ruined his gym shirt.

A milky hand picked it up and held it out to Luke. Luke slowly looked up and yes, it was Michael.

“Thank you, Michael,” Michael nodded before turning to change his own.

There are only two of us.

“Will my mind just say thank you to me?” Michael interrupted the silence. “That's crazy.”

"I --"

“I'm sorry, I know.” Luke turned around just as Michael was taking off his shirt as well. The back is wide and white and smooth to the touch. The shoulders are soft pink. Luke shook his head and immediately took matters into his own hands. Before he was even able to put on his shirt, a gentle hand touched the middle of his back. The hair on Luke's body immediately reacted, "Afraid?"

His voice and breath were only a few centimeters close to his ear. He couldn't turn around, but his big hands were still naughty. He caressed the smooth, beautiful stomach, then stopped at the edge of Michael's sports pants, wrapping his arms around Luke's waist for emphasis.

“Enough,” Luke sobbed. “How far will we go to tease each other? I hate Mr. Michael. I hate you.” Luke wiped away the tears that were falling. He quickly put on his shirt and rushed out of the dressing room.

And when it was time to break up, Luke immediately prepared himself for ballet practice. Liz plans to pick up Luke from ballet class as soon as he finishes. Luke nervously gripped the strap of his bag.

“Luke,” and as he walked out of the school, someone held him back. “I'll go too.” Michael

“Just one more time,” Luke threw his hand away and picked up his pace. “No, let me go as revenge for what happened. I didn't mean for it to happen,” Michael whispered, loud enough for both of us to hear. Luke looked at Michael who was giving him puppy dog ​​eyes.

“Okay,” Luke sighed heartily, unlike Michael, who jumped up and down.

"Come here, I'm carrying your bag." Michael pulled out a light pink shoulder bag and slung it around his body. “Do you go to practice every day?” He kicked dirt on the ground.

"Well... almost every day, except Sundays." Luke clasped his hands behind his back and took in a deep breath of air. He couldn't breathe anymore. Luke closed his eyes and tried again. Better this time

“Why did you stop walking?” Michael stopped and turned to ask the small figure who was smiling. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, I like the fall weather.” Luke half-walks, half-runs to keep up with Michael. “Do you like it?”

“No,” he made a noise. “My mother likes to use me to sweep up fallen leaves. must be put away I'm going to die of exhaustion.” Luke laughed at Michael's answer.

“Why do you keep teasing me?” Michael slowed down and then returned to his normal walk. “If you're not comfortable, you don't have to answer. I just want you to know that you hate raking leaves because it's tiring. I hate being teased for being discouraged too.” Luke continued to smile at those heartbreaking words. He jumped along the tiles to avoid the lines.

“I…” A strange lump stuck in Michael's throat and it hurt to swallow it. “I've always wanted to talk to you, you know that,” Michael laughed self-deprecatingly. “But I didn't behave properly. Never been able to do it once, never.”

“Why aren't you right? What kind?” Luke stopped and tugged on the sleeve of Michael's sweater.

“Like, I hated you at first, really. I hated that you made me feel weird. You made me happy in a way that other people couldn't. Remember when we studied together in elementary school?” Michael rubbed his nose, embarrassed. “You once saved me by teasing me. Even though Nai Na couldn't even fight. You're so brainless."

Michael Crifford remembers every detail about Luke and him, but Luke Hemmings never cares about them.

“Well, you were bullied. How can I just stay here? We're friends, right?" Luke raised an eyebrow. "Can we be friends?"

“No…” Everything was quiet. Why does Luke have to feel so upset?

“I want to be more than that. I want to be the one who takes care of you, not Ashton.” His paper-colored cheeks turned pink from the rush of blood.

“Let's go first.” Luke took his hand off Michael's shirt and led the way. The eyes enjoy the weather and the countryside. “Do you know what this is? You must love everything very much. You must start loving this season's weather.” Luke's lips tightened. “I have a respiratory disease,” Michael nodded. “Since childhood?”

“No, at first it was just gasping and then it got harder and harder.” Luke tried to smile to hide the pain in his heart. He hated, was sick and tired of this world.

Above all of the above he hates himself

Michael chose to sit and wait for Luke until practice was over, despite Luke's denials. Michael still chose to sneak out and sit and wait for Luke until practice was over. Time does not pass tediously with waiting. But he had been waiting for Luke all this time, it wouldn't matter if he waited a little longer.

“Michael, I thought you were going back.” Luke was startled when he saw Michael waiting at the entrance of the ballet academy. “You asked for it,” Michael laughed against his throat. "I'm not your Ashton. I understand that."

“It has nothing to do with it,” Luke sighed at Michael's persistence. “That he didn't keep me waiting because it was so long. Look, it's already 9:00 p.m. and you've been sitting here all this time.”

“Yes,” Luke gave Michael a worried look that made him feel special. The princess he had always looked up to saw him. He felt like he was about to become this princess's prince. Michael hurriedly ran away before he could show any signs of being angry.

“You helped me that time and still haven't paid anything in return. He still came to find trouble for me to repay again. Really, Michael.” Luke giggled, reaching up and gently stroking Michael's head.

“You're good at math. So tonight, I'm going to study at your house, okay? It's Friday. Since there's no school tomorrow, you can take me on a trip in return for today, okay?” Michael had already made a plan in his head.

Then I must be sleeping over at his house, Luke thought. Once again, the color on his cheeks began to spread to his ears.

“What about clothes? None of my clothes are in your size.” Luke looked down at the difference between himself and Michael.

“You have an older brother.” Michael was silent for a moment and then blurted out a thought.

“Okay, my mom is coming. Are you hungry? She said she'll make you some pizza tonight. You like it, you told me.” Luke smiled cheerfully as he remembered that his mother made him and Michael's favorite things today. Michael just nodded, his heart almost wanting to shout out, glad that Luke remembered his details. Today is a really good day.

When Alice Hemmings gets Luke and Michael home safely, everyone eats their money. Everyone in Luke's family seems happy that Luke finally has friends besides Ashton Irwin.

“Your mother makes it insanely delicious. It's better than a pizza place,” Michael said, closing Luke's bedroom door.

Many of the rooms were just plain, cream-colored rooms with pictures of various bands and incredibly beautiful black and white drawings. Michael walked over and took a closer look at the pictures.

“You draw?” Michael said, running his fingers across the paper. “Yes, I like to draw.” Luke was distracted from fixing the bed even though he had no problem with it before.

“Cool,” Michael exclaimed softly. “Okay, let's start tutoring, shall we?” Their hands pressed together loudly before rubbing.

“Here,” Luke gave a small smile before setting up the Japanese table (that's what they called it?) and neatly placing the books and pens on it.

“Look, isn't this boring?” Warm lips parted slightly. “For being teased by everyone. You didn't do anything either.”

"I'm tired of it, but I'm used to it too. No, it's called being unable to do anything." Luke bowed his head and intertwined his fingers. Michael felt so guilty that he had never thought of Luke's heart. He sees you Michael walked over and kissed Luke's face. Their eyes met before their lips met. Luke refused at first, but the more force Michael pressed on him, the more weak he was.

Michael parted his red lips. “I'm sorry. I wanted to talk, I wanted to be with you, but I didn't know how to act like that. I'm really sorry, I was selfish up until now,” Luke smiled, wrapping his arm around Michael's neck. "I I'm glad you apologized. If you really meant it, I'm ready to forgive you.”

“Really?” Michael giggled happily. He picked Luke up and spun him around in a circle, throwing him and Luke down on the bed. "Aren't you going to tutor me?" Luke gently pushed Michael's chest.

“Stupid girl, don't you know it's just an excuse?” Michael hugged Luke close to him, their breaths coming together, the heat affecting both his and Little Michael's moods greatly. “Dammit, why are you so beautiful? Like this,” Michael cursed as he stroked the other man's thick hair down to his chin before pulling him closer to taste the sweet taste of her pretty lips again.

“The smell of pizza sauce,” Luke interrupted. “The smell of pizza is still in our mouths,” Luke laughed.

“I like pizza and I like you too,” Michael nuzzled Luke gently on the chin. “It's a really wonderful combination.”

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smut

Oh, good children, don't dress up.>

w<

Heke)

The day before the competition arrives. Michael and Luke spend most of their time together when Luke is at ballet practice. Luke had never felt so special towards someone in his life. Michael treats his little princess to a famous look Luke loves Michael and so does Michael.

Everything is going well Until that night....

“Michael Luke is in the hospital, son.” The world seemed to stop spinning after Liz's words on the phone. His legs felt weak and he realized Michael was with him. 'What? Everything is going so well.' He swallowed the strange lump in his throat, gathered all his might, ran out of the house and grabbed the bicycle that was leaning against him. home immediately

The image of the person in front of Michael lying motionless under an IV and a ventilator. The face that once radiated warmth was now extremely pale. Michael's heart felt like it had been hit by a thousand needles, no, hundreds of thousands, millions. He walked closer to the small, still figure and wrapped his arms around his face.

“Luke?” Michael's tears streamed down his eyes. “You can't do that. You're angry at me for what I've done to you. You can get your revenge, but not like this.” Hiccup's voice matched the sound of Luke's pulse, which was slowing down every second. “You can't leave me. Your mother and you still haven't been able to do what you promised her.

You still haven't won the ballet award tomorrow.” Tears continued to flow. The salty taste of Michael's tears was too overwhelming for him.

“Well, Mr. Hemmings has lung cancer. Now there is a flood of excessive pain. It is believed that it has been going on for a long time, but Mr. Hemmings himself did not come to see the doctor who called to report the symptoms. There's not much we can do to help. We've already had the fluid and some of the tumor removed and it looks like the cancer has spread to the liver and heart.

We are truly sorry.”

The doctor's voice played in Michael's head a million times as he watched Luke's heart slowly stop beating.

"Why don't you tell anyone? Why, if you're sick or upset about something, just say so. Why do you keep everything to yourself?"

Pervert.................

The Hemmings family's hearts were broken, as well as Michael's. Luke has left us, never to return.

After Luke's funeral Michael and Ashton, as well as the Hammings family, were immersed in grief. What Michael did every day after another was blaming and blaming himself. He hated himself the most. Why was he not wasting his time? Why was he so stupid? Michael slammed his head into the wall so hard that he fell down.

Michael, before that, he didn't have the courage to go and have a nice conversation with Luke, causing him to do what he wanted to do. Michael was always afraid of what those around him would think if he found out he was gay. He cares for everyone but not the people he loves.

Really stupid

Michael got up and lifted his limp body up from the floor, crawling against the wall all the way to the bathroom. Then he locked the door and looked in the mirror, the blood flowing from his head non-stop, weighing heavily on the color of his hair right now. Michael turned on the warm water in the bathtub as hard as he could before reaching for the blade. And this was the stupidest thing and he was going to do it.

When he found it, he slashed it horizontally into his wrist, painfully. Strangely, he felt no pain. There is only happiness. Michael dropped his shaving blade to the floor and threw himself into the bathtub, waiting for his time.

"See you, Luke," he smiled and fell asleep.

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