@fangedfucker
“We…we can just you know…forget all this…pretend you never heard that…I was never gonna tell you anyway….” He’d always hoped this pesky little crush would just vanish. That maybe it was just him finding Michael physically appealing and would go away once he found someone to be romantically interested in. But that never happened. No one else had gotten to him like Michael. Honestly even he couldn’t explain it. He just…really liked him. He wanted to learn more about Michael and make him happy. Of course he knew that would never happen. The goth would never feel the same or let Mike in at all. So he’d planned to just stuff those feelings down as far as possible to wait till they passed.
Michael sighed, annoyed. “God, when did you become such pussy?” he muttered and finally stopped leaning on the wall and gained his balance. He examined the young man in front of him again. He changed quite a bit since they met the last time, even though he would still recognize him on the street. But the quite smug expression he could often see on Mike’s face was gone and, as of the time he was looking at him, Mike looked just... weak. And for some reason, that pissed Michael off even more. He shook his head slightly and walked past Mike, ready to go home. “At least stand for what you believe, wuss...”
