DNA - ON HOLD

Chapter twelve

The next morning, I almost die seeing my best friend sleeping on my couch. When did he got in? Drool was spilling from his mouth and onto my couch cushion. Ew, gross.

I walked up to the couch and shook his shoulder. ''Mikey, wake up.''

A groan of protest left his lips, turning on his side. ''No, mum, five more minutes,'' he sleepyly mumbled.

I tried my best not to laugh. ''I'm not your mum and stop drooling on my couch, you lazy asshole. Get up.'' I took the remote of the television and threw it at him.

Soon after, he opened his eyes and looked very confused. ''What?'' He slowly sat up, his hair poking in every other direction. He looked funny. I should take a picture of his to use it as blackmail one day but I don't have my phone on me.

''What are you doing here?'' I questioned.

''I failed, Luke. I wasn't able to find him. I searched all night but.. I didn't- So I came to apologize, again.''

A laugh escaped my lips but Michael wasn't in the mood to laugh. ''Why are you laughing? I lost him, Luke. I lost your most precious thing. It's not funny, I-''

''I found him.''

An angry look crossed my friend's face. ''What!? You fucking found him and you never told me? It didn't cross your mind that I would've liked to know? I was out all night, searching and feeling guilty as hell while you were at home with him. You could've told me, idiot. I hardly slept because I was worried something bad happened to Ashton.''

I shrugged. ''I forgot, okay? When I came home, all I wanted was to eat and go to bed. I was knackered from all the searching we've done.''

Michael got up, throwing his arms in the air. ''What about me! You don't think I was tired too?''

''Calm down, Mikey-''

''I'm not calming down. What you did was selfish, Luke. I.. I thought someone kidnapped him.''

''No one did. You can sleep in peace. But not on my couch.'' I shoved him off the furniture and took his place and the remote to turn on the device.

''Hey,'' he whined in protest. ''Why did you push me?''

''This is my couch and I want to watch TV so that's what I'm gonna do.''

''But I want to sleep.''

''Go sleep in your bed. I bet it's calling your name.''

''Can I at least go see him? I need to see he's okay,'' asked the red haired guy.

I shook my head. ''No. He's tired. Let him sleep.''

''But I need to-''

I pointed to the door. ''Go.''

After a few more minutes of protests, he finaly left. Finaly. Don't get me wrong, I love Michael - as a friend - but having him over all the time is kinda annoying. I need some time alone. Thechnically I'm not alone since Ashton is sleeping upstairs but that's a detail. You get the idea. I miss watching crappy television in the morning all by myself, sprawled on my couch.

I was in the middle of a soap show when I heard footsteps on the wooden floor. Ashton is up. I found myslef smiling at the thought and soon enough, his smaller frame was sitting beside me on the couch. Or should I say, crawling on my lap. That would be more acurate. He was dressed in his pj's and his eyes were still sleepy.