Mashton - The Blackout

Part 11 (Michael's P.O.V.)

I sat a diner, Ashton convinced me to go here. We hadn't really talked much on our way from the library. He ordered us milkshakes and went to the bathroom. He would be back any minute now, I had no clute whatsoever what to say or talk about. What do you even say? He still looked great though, maybe I should compliment him?

As I was in the middle of my thoughts, he came back. "So, how have you been?" He started. Should I answer the truth or lie? I went for the latter and said "Great, really." He smiled, but asked "So why were you at the session?" My hands clenched under the table and I was really uncomfortable.

"Uh, my housekeeper made me go. You?" He lost his smile and said "My dad ran out on us, I kind of need to know that it isn't just me, you know?" "I know what you mean" I smiled. "So enough with the pity party" he started, I smiled to my self, thank God. 

"To be honest I don't know what to say, we didn't do a lot of talking last time" he said, kicked my foot and giggled. Yeah, giggled. "Yeah, I know.." The waiter finally came with our shakes. "One pineapple milkshake for you and one cookie cream for you. Let me know if you need anything else" she said with a smile. We both thanked for our drinks and started drinking.

I looked at Ashton, he smiled and asked "what?" "Well, pineapple milkshake seems a big disgusting" I laughed. "Come on, try it!" I took a sip and it was surpringsly good actually. "I stand corrected." "Told you." 

We sat in the diner for a while and talked about random stuff, it was kind of nice. Except for the sexual tension of course, I needed to take care of that. Ashton's cell phone started ringing and he answered it. "Hey, it's Ashton, what's up?"

I looked at him in envy, nobody ever called me for anything. Except for my phony "friends". "Yeah, yeah of course" "see ya!" He turned to me "I have to cover for my friend at work." We both got up and he threw a 20 on the table. "Can I have your number, so can meet again?"

I got a pen out of my bag and wrote my number on his hand, "see ya Ashton." And with that, I walked away.