Luke Therapy • muke

Eleven

THE DOWNFALL OF US ALL - A DAY TO REMEMBER

(a/n: but imagine Luke playing this songdsfbnkcj)

Michael wanted to cry.

Luke barely even talked to him anymore.

He doesn't understand what or where he went wrong.

Michael thought Luke was meant to help not create more of mess.

He was sitting at his usual table for lunch when he saw Luke and his new friends walk into the cafeteria.

Michael curled further into his chair when they passed his table.

Luke glanced at the boy.

It broke his heart to see Michael like that, but he didn't want people to think he was a fag for hanging out with the 'gay boy'.

Luke knew what he was doing was stupid, pathetic in fact, but he had no idea how to stop.

He was drunk on the popularity and compliments he was given on a daily basis, he never got this back home.

But Michael had never gotten this before.

He didn't see why being popular was so good.

All popularity did was make you well known, loved by some but hated by the rest.

Michael threw his fries into the bin and walked out of the cafeteria.

Luke watched him leave.

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Michael was sitting in his room.

He ran his hands trough his hair as he tried to finish his homework.

Luke was blasting My Chemical Romance from his room and it was annoying the fuck out of Michael.

Sure Michael loved the band, but he didn't appreciate it when he was working on his maths homework.

Michael pushed himself from his desk, gliding across his room.

He stood up from his chair and ripped his door open.

He's had enough of Luke.

All Michael ever did for him was provide for his needs, and all he got back was a slap to his heart.

Luke ignored him, neglected him, and used him for what he wanted.

Michael hate it.

Michael hated him.

The boy stalked his way to Luke's room before the flinging his door open.

Luke was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Michael unplugged his stereo, taking the cable away.

"I've fucking had enough of you Luke." Michael screamed.

"All I ever do is care for you and all I get back is a boy who hates me! Have you ever thought about how i feel? Huh? I fucking hate you!" Michael yelled, leaving Luke's room, slamming the door behind him.

Luke laid there, emotionless.

He hadn't realized that he was being that mean or rude.

He let out a sigh as he rolled onto his side, curling into a ball.

His best friend hated him.

How?

Luke couldn't understand.

He knew that they hadn't spoken in a while but that shouldn't have effected anything.

Luke let out a sob.

He was a bad person.

Michael thought he was a terrible person and that was enough for him to break down.

If such a lovely boy like Michael thought he was terrible, then he truly must be.

Luke cried.

He hated himself.

He hated what he had done.

Mostly, he just hated that Michael hated him.

He felt like absolute shit.

All the popularity got to his head, making him forget about the small kitten boy.

Luke stood up from his bed.

He pushed his hand through his hair, messing it up slightly.

He pushed himself towards his desk pulling out a piece of paper.

He scribbled down a few words onto it before slipping out of his room.

The boy crept towards Michael's closed door and sat on the floor.

He slipped the piece of paper through the crack on the door.

Luke laid down on the floor and fell asleep outside of Michael's room.

On the other side of the wall, Michael picked up the note, unfolding it.

How can you hate me when I love you so much?

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A/N: feelsfeelsfeelsfeelsfeels

sorry for being inactive for like a week but hey i have no excuse ive been caught up in the world of smut.

plus i real hope mikey gets better with his mental health.

it upsets me to know he's struggling with something. :(

X mitch