streets boy.

gay

calum was crying when he was outside, sitting on the bench.

he was relieved when luke didn't follow him.

he was relieved that no on was around.

he just sat there and cried and cried.

he felt the need to pull out all of his hair out.

he was homeless, of course he wasn't loved.

even if he did love.

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luke was angry.

he was sad and angry.

the look on calum's face when he saw hanna.

it hurt his organs.

"babe, come on," hanna had said giggling like she was drunk.

luke was angry at himself and hanna.

"get out," luke said to hanna.

hanna blinked as she was surprised.

"what? but babe, why?" she asked stumbling towards luke.

luke pushed her away lightly since she was a girl after all, he can't hurt her.

"just get out," luke spoke through gritted teeth.

hanna didn't budge.

"but don't you love me?" she whimpers, hugging his waist.

no luke and hanna didn't have sex.

sure they made out but no sex.

"i don't even know your full name! i don't think that makes me love you! nor do i think that our parents set us up makes me love you!" luke says angrily.

hanna frowned.

she still didn't understand.

luke huffed in frustration and before he found out that his parents came in, he blurted out, "i'm gay!"