tattoos // lashton

five.

- Ashton -

"So you know the new guy at work I told you about?" Michael asked me. I nodded. We were currently playing Fifa at his flat. I hated this game because I sucked at it. Michael, on the other hand, was The Fifa God, so it wasn't a shock that I was losing 8-1. I'd be really positive and say "Hey, at least I scored one goal!" but he scored an own goal. On purpose.

"Well, he's actually really cool. I think you should meet him. There could be some tattoo action there." Michael said, passing the ball from Thomas Müller to Mario Götze. I was Borussia Dortmund since I wanted to have Marco Reus, but Michael transferred him to FC Bayern Munich, which was the team he was playing as. He didn't even warn me about it. At least I still have Mats Hummels, Erik Durm, Shinji Kagawa. I wish Mario Götze and Robert Lewandowski hadn't transferred to FC Bayern. Then maybe I would win. But he also has Manuel Neuer as a goalkeeper, so maybe that's why I haven't scored. I won't accept that I suck.

"Why the fuck would someone say 'don't do it' to me when you introduce me to them?" I asked, passing it to Erik Durm. I don't know how I got the ball. I think Michael let me have it in a move of pity.

"Well you're a bastard so I never know with you." He said. I can't argue with that logic, but I could probably find a way if I really wanted to.

"What are you trying to say, Michael?" I yelled, pausing the game and acting all tough. He laughed, but lightly shoved me back onto the couch.

"That a threat, bitch?" He shouted back. He acted like he was going to punch me, but tickled me instead. I pushed his hands away. 

"You wanna fight, Clifford? I'll punch the fucking hair dye right off of you." I yelled, standing up and laughing. He stood up, too. We heard the person under us hit their ceiling to shut us up. He laughed, falling back onto the couch. Then realization hit.

"Oh, shit!" I screamed, running to the door. Michael grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I grabbed my shoes, but just threw them back to the ground. I'll just go without shoes. I'm already in pajama pants anyway. I was wearing short sleeves, too, but it's not like anyone who knows me in this complex is awake right now. 

"I fucking live under you!" I shouted. Michael grabbed a shoe for a weapon and I opened the door and we ran to the stairs. We didn't have time to wait for the elevator. I opened the door with my key when we got there. Once Michael slammed the door open, there was Miles and a friend, sitting on my couch with popcorn and a broom in Miles' hand.

"How did you two get in my flat?" I yelled at them. I saw her friend glance at her wrist then look back up with a flash of disappointment in her eyes. 

"Michael and I both have a key, dumbass. Just like you have a key to ours." Miles answered. 

"But why are you here?" I asked. 

"You two were using the TV and Paige and I both wanted to watch Netflix." She answered. I looked over to Paige and waved. I had never met her before, but if she was friends with Miles, then she couldn't be too bad.

"Is he the...you know..." Miles said to Paige. I looked at her. Oh, God, no. I mean, she's pretty and all, but her vagina isn't exactly appealing. Wait, shouldn't Miles know that? 

"Dammit, Michael, didn't you tell Miles?" I said, looking over to Michael. He was about to attempt to sneak out. I sighed. Her friend shook her head, though.

"Tell me what?" Miles asked. 

"Miles, I'm gay." I said. She looked shocked. Her friend looked more shocked, though. She grabbed her stuff and left the flat. 

"She's homophobic." Miles said. She got up and hugged me.

"Thank you so much. She is so fucking annoying." Miles said. She didn't even blink an eye at the fact I was gay, so I wasn't going to bring it up again.

"Then why are you hanging out with her?" Michael asked, closing the door that Paige opened. We all sat on the couch.

"Because she's trying to suck up for a promotion at work. She's not going to get it, though, but having her here was like having her as my bitch. It seems mean, but she's so rude to everyone so I was giving her a taste of her own medicine. You really helped give her the last straw, Ashton. Hopefully she'll quit tomorrow." Miles said. We both nodded.

"I wasn't lying, though. That's why I try to avoid it when you try to help me find my soul mate." I said. She nodded.

"Sorry." She said. 

"Don't try to set me up with boys, though, okay?" I said. She groaned. 

"Okay." She said.

"Good." I said. I got up and made another bag of popcorn. Then brought it back, grabbed us a big blanket, and watched a different movie from the one before, because Paige had no taste in movies. 

~

A/N: 

i pressed a button and it erased all this text but thank god for wattpad's undo button.

tried to go for humour in this chapter. did it work? 

does anyone know the soccer players i mentioned? if you do, extra brownie points for you. there my favorites on those two teams.

ily

-jc