Michael Lamp had always been an easy target. His last name was a goldmine for lame jokes at school. He was mostly the butt of all the lamp jokes.

On Halloween, Michael didn't bother dressing up. He walked through the crowded school hallways, feeling more invisible than ever.

Everyone was excited, dressed in different costumes, but one girl stood out to him: Carla, wearing a moth costume.

Michael had always had a soft spot for her. He liked how she laughed, how she lit up any room she entered, just like a moth to a lamp.

Suddenly, she saw him, broke away from her friends and ran towards him. Michael's heart pounded as she headed his way.

In a swift moment, Carla, without a word, leaned in and planted a kiss on the surprised Michael’s lips. The whole hallway went silent.

Then, the silence broke with a single chuckle. Someone had made the connection – the moth and the lamp. Soon, the entire hallway was laughing.

But Michael wasn't embarrassed. Instead, he felt a rush of happiness. His crush had just kissed him, that’s all that mattered.

The rest of the day was a blur. The laughter, the whispers, none of it fazed him. He walked around the school beaming.

Word had spread about the moth and the lamp. Michael overheard some kids whispering and giggling about it. He just smiled.

Later that day, he saw Carla in the cafeteria. She was surrounded by friends, all of them glancing at Michael with giggles.

She blushed, caught his eye and gave him a shy smile. Michael felt his cheeks heat up as he returned the smile.

The next day, Michael walked into school as if cloaked in an armor. The lamp jokes didn't bother him anymore.

He started standing up for himself, shrugging off the jokes and laughing along. It seemed as if he had found a new kind of courage.

For the first time, he felt confident. His relationship with Carla also changed. They hung out more, often seen together in the corridors.

They turned the moth-lamp joke into their thing, laughing about it together. It had become a symbol of their bond.

Michael's transformation surprised everyone. The bullies soon lost interest when they saw their insults didn't affect him anymore.

Gradually, the lamp jokes laid to rest. They found other targets, and Michael was finally free from the incessant bullying.

As the school year progressed, Michael and Carla grew closer. Their friendship blossomed into more than just a crush.

On the last day of school, Carla gave Michael a small gift - a brass lamp. He laughed as he looked at it, the memory still precious.

They hugged tightly as they said goodbye. The hallways echoed with whispers about the moth and the lamp one last time.

That summer, Michael reflected on the past school year. He had come a long way from being just a victim of a lamp joke.

He had found courage, love, and had made a unique moth-lamp story of his own. He smiled, looking forward to the next school year.

The first day of the new school year, Michael was no longer the shy, quiet kid. The name Lamp meant something else now.

He walked through the same hallways but this time with confidence. He was ready to face the new year, no matter what.

As he entered the bustling cafeteria, he felt familiar butterflies. And there she was, Carla, looking as mesmerizing as ever.

They locked eyes and smiled. The memory of the moth and lamp joke echoed in their minds, and they both laughed. Their unique story was far from over.

Michael's story wasn't just about a boy who got bullied for his name. It was about finding courage within himself and turning a joke into a cherished memory.

He had shown that even in the worst situations, something good can come out. He had learned to own his name, and that made all the difference.

With Carla by his side, Michael was ready for whatever the new school year had to offer. And whatever it was, he knew he could handle it.

And so, the tale of Michael Lamp, the boy who was once ridiculed because of his name, became a story of courage, love, and laughter.

He may have been a Lamp to the world, but to Carla, he was a beacon of hope, courage, and love. The Moth and the Lamp, a truly unique love story.

Their joke, their bond, their story was theirs. And it was one that Michael would never forget, one that had transformed his life forever.

The name Lamp no longer held any mockery, but a tale of a strong bond, a shared joke, a symbol of how a joke brought two souls together.

This was the story of Michael Lamp and Carla, the moth, the story of their laughter, their love, their courage, and their unique bond.