lockdown ☣ lashton au

vii. the day before

I've had so many exams this week I'm 99.9% positive that my brain is going to explode if I have one more and idk if I do bc I never pay attention *sighs aggressively*

The attached gif really has nothing to do with the chapter but holy motherfucking shit do you see how Luke looks at Ashton? It's like a split second but he bites his lip and I really want to have a Lashton threesome.

Mornings were Ashton's favorite time of day. Especially Monday mornings.

I'm guessing you don't hear that a lot, mainly because most sane people despises mornings, especially Monday mornings. But for Ashton, that wasn't the case. In the mornings, Ashton's mom always woke up later than him so he didn't have to deal with the crushing weight of her hatred before school, only after. And on Monday mornings, she wasn't up in time to see Ashton at all. That meant he could go about his business, humming softly to himself and actually enjoy the peaceful life for a bit without the fear of being yelled at for doing virtually nothing.

So on that particular morning, he actually smiled when his alarm went off and woke him up. Maybe he could classify today as a good day. Little did he know, that day was a damn good day compared to the ones to come.

With a hopeful mind, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and rubbed a hand across his sleepy face. Blindly, he reached a hand over to his nightstand to grab his bracelets he always wore then slipped them on his wrists before standing up. His sweatpants sagged along his hips and his white tee shirt hiked up his torso a bit, making his hip bones and v-line visible.

His bare feet padded along the hardwood floors of his bedroom, only having to take a few steps to reach his closet. His mom had given the smallest room in the house, claiming he needed to prep himself for college dorm rooms. She said that most students have half the space they're accustomed to growing up, so instead, she gave Ashton that amount of space his whole life so "it wouldn't be too much of a change".

He rummaged through his closet before choosing his usual baggy sweatshirt and black skinnies. Some people could argue that it made him look like a girl, but he didn't really mind. He didn't want people seeing how fat and weirdly long his torso was and if hiding it made him look like a girl, then so be it. It's better than looking like a fat lard. {A/N: Tina you fat lard}

Once he stared at himself in the mirror long enough to conclude that, in his eyes, he's still ugly, he frowned and made his way downstairs. After briefly skimming the kitchen with his eyes, he decided he could go without the meal and instead headed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He spit the toothpaste out after two minutes and gripped the countertop with both hands, lifting his head and was still very unsatisfied with the image before him.

The bags under his eyes could be mistakes for the circles raccoons have around their eyes. That pimple on his forehead hadn't gone away yet and he really, really wanted it to. His skin just all around looked rough. It wasn't exactly acne-- it was just imperfect. Very, very imperfect. Sighing, he pushed himself away from the counter and slung his backpack over his shoulder, before checking out the window to see if Michael's fast-fading pickup truck was anywhere in view. It wasn't a shock when it wasn't there.

Michael was always late for everything. Ashton had to convince him that school started ten minutes sooner than it really did so he would show up for Ashton on time. Even then he could still show up late.

Getting slightly anxious, Ashton sat down and started bouncing his knee up and down and absentmindedly toying with one of the frayed strings of his backpack strap. He got lost in his own mind for a few minutes until a loud beep practically made him fall out of his seat. Taking a shaky breath, he stood up and eased away the oncoming heart attack. After a few seconds of closing his eyes and calming himself down, he rubbed his temples and slung his backpack straps over his shoulders.