For Angie (:
Their outfits are at the side/top. Or, like, their shirts.
Michael keeps looking back at his boyfriend throughout the show.
He plays it of by jumping around and stealing quick glances at Ashton, because if he just stares at him, people are going to think something is up.
But, the drummer seems a bit off tonight. His drumming is amazing, as always, but he isn't smiling as much or interrupting the boys when they're introducing a song.
After the show, and they're backstage, Michael quickly walks over to him.
He reaches an arm out to slide it around his boyfriend's waist, then thinks better of it since there are people around. Management doesn't want anyone to know that they're together.
"What's up?" Michael asks, giving Ashton a bright smile.
Ashton returns a weak one and says, "Nothing."
The now blond-ish haired boy raises a pierced eyebrow. "I know something's up, Ash."
"I just..." the hazel eyed boy sighs and looks down. "I miss my family. I want to go home, Michael." After a few moments, he looks back up, and the sadness in his eyes makes Michael pull him into a hug, not caring that people are around. Hugging isn't necessarily sexual, anyway.
He holds the slightly shorter boy to him, but let's go when Luke and Calum walk over. They know that Ashton and Michael are dating, so that isn't why Michael let go of the shorter boy. It's just awkward to talk to someone while hugging someone else.
"We're going to go out for drinks," Calum says. "You wanna come?"
He looks between both boys for an answer.
"I don't think-" Ashton starts, but Michael is quick to cut him off, an idea occurring to him.
"He'll go. I'm going to head back to the hotel."
"Mikey, I don't want-"
"Ashton, just go! Have some fun, grind on people."
"Grinding involves twerking. I can't twerk." He lowers his voice. "And I'm dating you. Why would I grind on someone if I'm dating you?"
"Okay, I've seen you twerk plenty of times. And I just want you to get your mind off of things for a while."
"I don't know." The older boy looks worried, glancing around and fidgeting with his long fingers.
"Ash," Michael says softly, "go. You did an amazing job tonight; you deserve a little fun."
"What about you?"
"Um, did you see me out there? I was jumping around all night, I'm tired."
In the end, Ashton doesn't really get a say in the matter. Luke just drags him off, and Calum is right behind them.
The twenty year old only glances back at his boyfriend once, who gives him a wave and a wink.
So, deciding to make the best of it, Ashton goes along willingly with the two taller boys who pretty much forced him to go with them.
They walk to a nearby club, and as soon as they're inside, Luke spots a blonde girl and leaves the two tan Aussies, immediately going up to the girl.
Ashton starts for the bar, not caring if Calum is following him or not, but, a hand is wrapped around his wrist and he's tugged back.
"I wouldn't drink much," Calm warns, his hand still around Ashton's wrist.
"Why?" the hazel eyed boy questions.
