Tattoos and Scars

Ashton.

I looked up at him since he was taller than me, i couldn't speak for some reason, what am i doing?? Michael say something!

"napkins!" I yell, napkins?? really?? why not like hi or something??

"sorry what?" he looked confused than ever, but he chuckled in a slight way.

before I could say something, August stands up from his seat. "he was going to get napkins for me, but he seems to be extremely nervous" he said, grabbing my arm.

my eyes widen, "yes! napkins, because you got mustard all over you" I grin awkwardly and go to the counter to get napkins, coming back giving them to August.

the tattooed boy stood there, watching my every action, smiling to himself. he looked at me when i came back and immediately asked for my name.

its just my name, why am i panicking? what if he doesn't like my name? "um i'm uh Michael, M-Michael Clifford" I stuttered, not sure why i told him my last name.

"hi Michael Clifford, i'm Ashton Irwin" he spoke giving me a big smile.

well he seems a lot nicer than I expected, "its nice to meet you" I smile softly, feeling more comfortable talking to him.

Britt got up pushing us from each other, "okay yes yes we meet each other, get to know each other, and then never see each other again, because thats how it all works these days, now Michael we have to get home, dad is going to be pissed" she said, holding onto my arm.

I frown "but im-"

"get your sandwich we are leaving." she growled, grabbing her things as august stood up.

I sigh and Ashton taps on my shoulder, he gives me a paper. "we should talk to each other again" he whispered and smiled, then walked to the counter, ordering his food.

I smile again and look at the paper, it was his number and his twitter; he must have written this down as me and Britt were talking, or he does this with everyone. I slipped the paper in my pocket and grabbed my sandwich and phone.

August and Britt take my hand like a kid, since I just kept looking at Ashton and wouldn't move. we finally walk out of the restaurant and start walking down the side walk.

August giggles loudly, "Michael likes Ashton!"

"shut up August i dont like him i just met him." I huff, hitting his arm. I look back to see Ashton walking out the door. I smile and turn back to them, "guys you can go i'll catch up"

Britt turns to see Ashton, knowing why and she nods. "don't be late, dad's gonna be mad.." she sighs and continues walking with August.

Ashton walks up to me, since he was going the same way. "hi" I say quietly, and in a shy way, since i am shy; which i hate.

He smiles and greets me back, "are those your siblings?" he asks as we walk down the street. I only nod and he nods as well. "I have siblings, my little brother harry, and my slut of a sister, Lauren" { note: Lauren is an amazing girl but this is a story so there is no hate towards her :) }

I nod again, i happen to do that a lot, "you got parents?" I ask finally making a conversation.

"yeah but my dad left when I was five and my mom rarely talks to me" he says and shrugs. "what about you?"

I look down, I hate talking about my parents, should I tell him? I mean i just met him but i feel like I knew him. I shrug "they're just parents.. nothing really to talk about"

I can tell Ashton knew I was lying, he saw that I didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't say anything.

I look at him, at his tattoos, at what they were and what some said, but there was one that caught my eye, it read:

'im the architect of my own destruction'

"I like your tattoos, especially that one" I smile pointing at his collar bone, which is where it was.

He nodded and smiled "it was my first one, I got it when I was 16"

"how old are you now?" I ask, still smiling.

"Im 19" He smiled, then looked at me, "you?"

"um im uh.. 18" I nod, but lying, since I was really 16, I didn't want him teasing me about it.

"really? you look-" fuck. "older" what? older? well shit.

"i do?" I look up at him, and stop walking.

He stopped when i did, "yeah, i mean, you look very punk rock" he teased and looked at my bright red hair. "your hair is cool too" I dye my hair a lot, i don't know why really, I just love colors and I cant think of a color that I haven't dyed it yet, time to move onto patterns.

I giggle, "but your the one with tattoos and piercings" I said poking the skull on his left arm. "I'm sure theres a lady who loves those eh?" I smirk, actually hope he was straight, that would be embarrassing oh god.

He blushes and looked kind of uncomfortable, "i don't have a girlfriend" he said and chuckled and continued walking, me walking with him. "Im gay" he said quietly.

"woah, what?" my jaw drops, he's gay? now I'm not sure if Im happy since I kinda like him, but its kinda embarrassing, thinking he was straight.

"surprising right?" he laughs and shakes his head, "yeah, I like boys"

I smile "thats cool" I say, wanting him to feel comfortable, because well i didn't tell him my sexuality yet. I then look up at him after silence, "how come you never asked me if i had a girlfriend?"

"didn't have to" He mumbled then snorted.

I gasp, "rude!" I huff, crossing my arms on my chest. I mean do i really look gay? or maybe its the way i act or something?

"aww are you mad?" he cooed and pouted, "I'm sorry" Ashton stopped walking and opened up his arms, wanting me to hug him.

A hug? should I go for it? theres no reason to not. I whine and wrap my arms around his torso, he was so tall, that my head could rest against his chest. He was so warm and cozy, I could just hug him forever.

But I cant, shit. I gasp and pull away. He looks at me worried and I pull out my phone checking the time. "n-no" 4:00. "I was supposed to be home by 3:45!" I pant, another anxiety attack, Ashton puts one arm around me, calming me down.

"It'll be okay, whats the worst that could happen?" he shrugs.

"My dad!" I start running and Ashton chases after me.

I ran to the house, 4:05. I see my dad's car, and him getting out of it. fuck. fuck. fuck. Ashton was confused, not sure if he should go or not. I turn to Ashton, "p-please just go, you have to go!" I say pushing him.

"Michael whats wrong?" He says, as my dad sees me with Ashton.

"what the hell" My father says under his breath, he comes towards us. "Michael? you were supposed to be home at 3:45!" He growls, and tugs at my arm.

Ashton was gone by now, well he was walking down the street, looking back at times. I gasp at the touch and look up at him. "Im s-sorry" I whimper.

"get inside, we'll have our little 'talk' again yeah?" He says dragging me with him.

"n-no not again please, dad" I beg, my heart racing.

"get inside"