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(Narrators Pov)
Ashton lay in his made bed, his back against the covers as he stared blankly at the white ceiling. Calum had left (tired of Ashton's new attitude), but Ashton could care less.
Ashton's head hurt from crying, drinking, and thinking of a pretty pink haired boy.
Ashton quickly brought the bottle that lay down next to him up to his lips after sitting up against the headboard. He threw his head back and drank the alcohol quickly, he refuses to think of him.....
Ashton was exhausted of acting like a supporting and caring best friend, when all he wanted was "Muke" to end and to have Michael to himself.
Ashton chuckled and took another drink before looking at the bottle, "What does the drummer get? Nothing... Nothing at all." And with that he raised the bottle and flung it across the room, the shatter of the glass left him un fazed .
"Ashton!" Michael's voice rung from the doorway of the hotel room. He comes rushing in and sees the broken bottle and red eyed Ashton.
"What the hell Ashton!" Michael says, Michael decided to check on Calum and Ashton since Luke went to grab some lunch for both of them.
Michael goes back to the kitchen and grabs the shovel and broom, he re-enters Ashton's room and sweeps up the shards of glass, then disposes them in the mini garbage-can that is at the side in Ashton's room. He leaves the broom and shovel against the wall and turns to Ashton.
"What. The. Hell. Ashton." Michael says crossing his arms looking at Ashton who stares dope eyed at him from the bed, "just get your pretty ass back to your own room." Ashton slurs slightly. Michael's eyes widen... This isn't Ashton, it's the alcohol talking, he thinks.
"How about you get your ass up from that bed and drink some water! You never drink! Why are you drinking now? Why are you drinking Ashton... Tell me?" Michael says sitting down opposite from Ashton on the bed. Ashton chuckles darkly, "Go back to Luke why don't you?" He spits.
"You know what? I would! If he wasn't currently getting lunch and bringing it back here." Michael says.
Ashton then rolls his eyes as Michael stares intently at him with a slight frown on his lips.
"Fine. I'll tell you if you get four bottles of beer from the microwave-"
"Don't you mean refrigerator?" Michael butts in.
Ashton groans, "That's what I said. So get them and you have to have two as well. Or no talk."
Michael huffs but never-less goes to the kitchen and fetches four beer bottles, he walks back in the room and sits on the end of the bed criss-crossed across from Ashton.
Ashton goes and opens a bottle and takes a long gulp, Michael stares at him in disbelief.
"What? Your turn." Ashton says. Michael lookes at the bottle... This would be his first time drinking. He opens the bottle up and takes a long sip just trying to get it over with.
"Ghhhaaa how do you drink this?!" Michael gags. Ashton just stares past Michael's head, it hurts to much to take a glance at him.
"So... How've you been holding up?" Ashton says completely changing the course of where the conversation should be going.
"Ummm" Michael says while looking at his lap, "it's been... I've been doing okay." He says taking another drink, he likes this new buzz, makes everything hazy....
like he's in a dream.
"I'm sorry Michael..." Ashton slurs but when you look into his eyes you can tell he is sincere and it's not just the alcohol. Michael nods and starts sniffing, he then takes another drink ignoring the burn in his throat.
"Do you want to know something Ashton? I think god hates me, or someone up there does. I should have listened to you when you proposed that we go find the guys... Maybe we could have stopped them before they...." Michael's eyes swell with tears. That confused Ashton, Michael's sudden mood change but you got to remember that alcohol brings out the very emotional side out of people, weather it be happiness, anger or sadness.
"Do you know? Know what's even more fucked up! Luke wasn't the one who even saved me.... Or kissed me." Tears run down Michael's eyes and his voice chokes up, he goes to take another swig of beer but Ashton stops him by scooting over to Michael and cupping his cheek.
"Luke doesn't always have to be the one to save you...." Ashton whispers. Michael looks at him with dazed eyes.
"W-what do you mean?" Michael asks distraught.
"Luke doesn't always have to be the one to kiss you either..." Ashton whispers again.
And just like that Ashton lurches forward and kisses Michael hard on the lips,
And even though he is drunk, he is aware of what he is doing, and he knows that if he ever got the chance; he would do it again.
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SORRY FOR THE SUCKY CHAPTER! IM REALLYYY TIRED:(
PS: LOTS OF SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN IN NEXT CHAPTERS;)
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