Unconditional. || Muke

Chapter 2

I looked out the window, gasping. I saw a certain blonde haired boy getting out of his moms car. The one and only Luke Hemmings. I was super confused, though. He didn't have his usual fringe, he had a- quiff?

He was far away and I couldn't really point out what else was different, but I could not tell he changed a lot. "Michael? What's wrong.." He looked out the window, trying to see what I was gaping at.

"Sorry, I just saw my um, bestfriend." I forced a smile. Ashton raised an eyebrow at me. "Why are you so hesitant in saying that?" He questioned. I sighed and shook my head. "It's a long story that I should tell later."

The bus doors opened at that moment, Ashton and I grabbed our bags and pushed our way off the bus. "I've gotta go to the main office, okay? I'll see you in a bit Michael." He waved goodbye and walked off, and I couldn't help myself from feeling sad.

I saw Luke in the hall with.. a whole other group of students around him. I raised an eyebrow and felt myself get nervous. Luke isn't the type to talk to that many people. And oh my god, he looks so different. His jawline is more defined, his cheekbones more defined and is that a- lip ring?

I walked over there, shyly tapping Luke on his shoulder. He's grown a little bit too. He turned around and looked me up and down, his eyes looking a darker shade of blue. "What you want, fag?" He asked, everyone's eyes on me.

"E- Excuse me? Luke.. I'm your bestfriend-"

He laughed in my face. My face felt red and I had a lump in my throat, my eyes were wet. "I'd never be best friends with a loser like you. I wouldn't want to even interact with you. I bet you'd hit on me!" Everyone around him laughed. It wasn't even funny.

"Luke, what'd I ever do to you." I whispered, wiping my eyes. "Go away!" He yelled, shoving me. He continued talking to his new 'friends' as if nothing ever happened.

I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces and I couldn't help but let the tears fall. I ran through the halls and into the bathroom. I locked myself into a stall and sat on the toilet.

Why was he acting like this? We've been bestfriend's since kindergarten and he's never acted so cruel towards me. He's changed so much in just a matter of 2 months and I can't comprehend it all.

I just quietly sobbed into my hands. I knew Ashton was wondering where I was considering class had already started, but I couldn't just go to class and pretend as if nothing never happened.

I felt so broken right now and so depressed. I wanted to harm myself so badly but I didn't have anything. I just wanted to go to sleep forever and never wake up. My bestfriend hates me. He called me a fucking fag, and for fucks sake, I'm straight!

I went on my phone and the first thing it opened up to was Snapchat. I just remembered I added Ashton on Snapchat while we were on the bus. I debated on whether or not I should text him.

I just said fuck it and texted him. I saw he already texted me. 'Where are you??' It read. I sighed. 'Come to the bathroom in the 2100s hall' I sent and shut my phone off.

2 minutes later, my phone went off. I quickly opened my phone. 'Okay?' He sent. The realization had just came across me that I looked a mess right now and I had to explain all of this to him. I cried some more over that.

My quiet sobs had turned into loud sobs. No one was in here and I was so upset and I couldn't take it all. I immediately shut up when I heard the bathroom door open. "Um, Michael? Is that you?" Ashton called out. I sighed.

I shouldn't be putting this on him when he's only known me for only an hour. "Ashton, I'm sorry for calling you down here. I changed my mind, please just go back to class." I said, trying my best to sound okay and not like I just cried my fucking eyes out. I think it worked.

"'Michael you sound like you've been crying." Well apparently it didn't work. I felt more tears slip. "I'm perfectly fine." My voice cracked.

"Michael, you're not. I know we've only known each other for like, an hour but I'm here for you.." He said. I looked down at my lap. "Okay. I'm not coming out of the stall though."

"You're coming out of the stall or I'm coming in." He said. I pouted. "No. You can stay out there and listen to my problems or go back to class." I said, sternly.

A few seconds later he was sliding under the stall door and into the tiny area with me. "Ashton!" I yelled, trying to cover my face the best I could. "Michael, let me see your face please?" He gently put his hands on my wrists and tried pulling them away.

"No! Leave me alone I'm fine you don't need to see my face go go go!" I was panicking and talking really fast. "I won't judge you, I just want to help and comfort you." He said. "I'd also like to see your pretty face." I blushed.

"Now you're really not seeing my face." I sniffled. "Pleeeease?" He said in a really cute voice. "Fine." I whispered. I showed him my face, trying my best to stop crying but failed miserably.

"Oh my god, what even happened? You're a mess." He said. I blushed. "You know my bestfriend?" He nodded, "About 3 days ago, I had gotten back from my cousins. I don't take my phone with me because they don't really have any service down there. I tried texting my bestfriend, Luke, when I got back but he blocked me on both Snapchat and iMessage."

"He didn't even try coming to my house to hang out like he always does. I waited every hour of the day just glancing out the window non stop. I had so much hope he'd come, but he didn't." I laughed, bitterly.

I scooted over so Ashton could somewhat sit. "So, today I saw him. I was so nervous and I was telling myself everything would be okay, but-" I stopped talking, looking down at my lap. Ashton rubbed my back.

"It's okay." He said, eventually taking me into his arms. I was so comfortable with him right now, and I'm never this comfortable with people. At least not this fast.

"I tapped on his shoulder, and he just turned around and laughed in my face. He called me a, um a fag." I said, tears still streaming down my face. "Him and his friends just laughed at me and well, here we are now."

"That's fucking horrible, man. I swear I'm going to hurt that little bitch." Ashton growled. I shook my head. "Please, no. Don't hurt Luke." I pleaded.

He looked annoyed. "Well why not? He obviously deserves it after what he's done to you. You most definitely don't deserve this." He scoffed. I just sighed, nuzzling myself into Ashton more than I already was.

Ashton took out his phone and looked at the time. He gasped, "Michael, I gotta go, class is ending in 5 minutes." He looked at me apologetically. "It's okay." I sniffled. Ashton unlocked the stall and walked out, I followed him.

"Why are you coming with me?" He questioned. I just hugged him, "Thank you for being here for me, Ashton. You're a real one." I said. He pulled away and smiled at me.

"You're welcome, Michael. Anything for you." I gave him a weak smile, wiping my eyes. "Bye Ashton." I said, watching him walk out. He didn't hear me.

I put my face in my hands. I need to go home.