Sparkle (Lashton)

Chapter 8: Guy Talk

(A/N: brooo okay i didn't edit much of this story, because I sort of like this story after I read through it, so I'm keeping it as it is for now, but in the future if the beginning doesn't fit the story, i'll change it. Video on the side is a song I am obsessing over. Anybody else like SWS?:) )

        "Alright, so what happened after he came into your room? Did you guys cuddle?" Michael fawned over Luke sleeping in Ashton's bed. Michael hadn't shut up about it since Luke walked out of Ash's bedroom that morning to get some juice nearly two days ago, and it was really starting to piss Ashton off.

        "No not really. Now stop asking." Ashton snapped defensively. Michael could sense the irritation in his voice, but kept going because he knew it riled him up. Michael raised his hands in defense, and went back to his Ramen Noodles. Ashton sighed rather loudly. Ashton had weird feelings for Luke. It was odd, and slightly bothersome. He couldn't rant to Michael about how cute Luke was because Michael would make gay jokes, and Ashton wasn't really too fond of them. So, instead of ranting to Michael about his feelings, he figured he'd rant to another gay, flamboyant guy who would probably understand him more than Michael would. Marty.

        Ashton dialed Marty's number after Michael left for his job at Zumies'. He anxiously awaited for Marty to pick up the phone, and when he did pick up, he was busy with a guy and said he'd be over in around an hour.

        That was always the thing with Marty; he was always busy with a different guy. Marty hadn't been able to really keep a relationship for a long period of time, and it slightly bothered both Michael and Ashton that Marty had so many romantic conquests. Michael was a bit weary too of Marty, for Ashton's sake. He didn't want to see Ashton broken again. 

        When Ashton was younger, people tried to take advantage of him. His step-brother, Ryan would always try to get him to do things he shouldn't, and it lead him to be involved in "The Bad Crowd". Ashton broke when he was in his Junior year of High School. It took Michael almost a year to figure out what the hell happened to poor happy Ashton, and he was never really the same person afterwards.

        After Marty had arrived at Ashton's, they immediately sat down on the couch and talked about Luke.

        "He's got these blue eyes that just...wow." Ashton ranted, picturing Luke's brilliant blue eyes that were the color of the sky on a rainy day. "But seriously, you have no idea how amazing this guy is, he is into most of the same stuff I am, and we get on great."  Marty looked slightly irritated as Ashton continued to rant about the specific shade of blue Luke's eyes were, and how Luke wore these beautiful dresses and gorgeous makeup. Marty ended up just telling Ashton to shut it after a while.

        "Look, Ash, I think you're great and all, but is the only reason you've called me here for this Luke kid? He seems nice and all, but isn't it weird that he acts like a girl?" Marty asked, pressing his lips together, and raising his dark brown eyebrow.

        "What? Why? I thought you were going to let me rant to you, and no it's not weird that he is into looking pretty.." Ashton whined, jetting out his bottom lip in concentration. Was it weird that Luke dressed in skirts and dresses? Was it odd that he wore makeup? Ashton didn't think so, but he could see some people questioning it.

        "I was fine with it until you talked about the shade of this boy's eyes for ten minutes straight." He laughed, making Ashton self-conscious. Ashton flushed, played with his fingers, and Marty ignored Ashton's discomfort. "Bro, let me just tell you, you seem really attached to this kid's eyes. You said you wanted to paint your room the same color, and you'd name it 'Luke Blue'. That's the cheesiest fucking thing, like ever. Oh, and he's not into looking "pretty", it's probably just some weird kink he has. Maybe he grew up with a mom that wanted a daughter, not a son."