I just hate people. Nothing more, nothing less.

Especially that rainbow haired guy who changes his hair colour almost very week.

"Sooner or later it's all gonna fall out and I'm gonna laugh and laugh till my gut hurts." I snicker and he glares at me as he runs a hand through his weird coloured hair.

"Well you change yours just as much as I do, so I wouldn't be talking Wild." He says eyes narrowing as mine copy his green ones.


6. "I like you."

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I see Luke visibly tense when Clifford- I mean Michael, says his name.

Luke slowly turns around and meets Michael's glare with his own.

"Michael." Luke says blankly.

"What'er you doin here- wait, Wild where the hell were you?! Do you know how worried I- everyone was?" Michael says ignoring Luke and focusing on me and I roll my eyes, ignoring his own slip up. "Wait a second. Who's clothes are those?"

"There mine." Luke speaks up before I could do/say anything.

"Why are you wearing his clothes?" Michael asks getting more pissed by the second.

"That's none of your business thank you very much." I snap back.

He looks at me with disbelief. "How the fuck could you stand up for this asshole?"

I cross my arms glaring at him. "Well Michael, this asshole is my friend and he helped me out. Where where you when I needed help because I was lost? Not helping me that's for sure."

Michael scoffs. "He doesn't help he just ruins you after he gains all your trust."

"Your no better! So don't pin all this shit on me." Luke sneers, pointing at Michael and I'm taken back because last night and half of this morning he was a stuttering mess.

"Bullshit Lucas, its all your fault that were in this, this thing to begin with! You said a few words that made all this possible!" Michael yells.

"Do you honestly think I meant for it to happen?! Because I can't control what happens." Luke shouts back at him.

Michael's about to say something else but I've got a better idea.

I grab Luke's hand and drag him inside my house ignoring Michael as I shut the door behind us.

I sigh. "Well that was eventful."

He puts his lips in a grim straight line. "Yep."

"Want anyth-" I get cut off.

"Hey! Where fuck were yo- who's this?" Brandon changes sentences when he finally takes in the blond boy beside me. He eyes him then my outfit. "And why are you wearing guys clothes?"

"Brandon this is Luke, Blondie this is my dumbass brother." I say making random hand jesters.

"Hi." Brandon says blankly.

"Hey." Luke say nodding his head.

"That still doesn't tell me who you are or why my sisters wearing guy clothes, and I'm just going to assume there yours, so why is she wearing them?" Brandon asks crossing his arms.

I expected Luke to cower away but he didn't which surprised me.

Luke meets his stare crossing his arm arms, (he actually has some good muscle) Luke's an inch or two taller then my brother.

"She stayed the night." Is all Luke says.

Brandon raises an eyebrow and doesn't move for a second but then smirks.

"I like you." He says before walking away, leaving me confused and a little surprised. I thought he would have been more pissed.

"Well that went better then I thought it would." I tell him and he chuckles softly.

I grab his hand and pull him up stairs and into my room, (and I'm now just wondering where my mom is...) which still has boxes all over the place.

"Sorry for all the, um boxes I guess?" I say but it comes out more of a question.

"It's uh fine." He says sitting down on my bed.

"Oh please drop the act." I say as I flop onto my bed beside him.

He gives me a confused expression. "What do you um mean?"

I laugh. "Stop your stuttering act."

He raises an eyebrow before looking down at his hands. "I'm not acting. I- I just- I get all nervous and um stuttery around pretty girls. And I don't think it's ever been this uh b-bad before and uh y-yeah." His whole face heats up and goes bright red and I feel my own cheeks heat up.

Well then. That's sweet.

"That's why you didn't stutter with Michael or my brother..... Makes sense now." I say nodding my head.

After a moment of silence I ask something that's been bugging me ever sense this morning....

"What's up between you and Michael?"

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