That Awkward Moment

Good Friends

{PLEASE READ A/N AT THE END THANKS}

Ashton:

"Shit," I said and quickly hung up the phone.

I had called Megan to hear her voice from her voicemail, knowing that she wouldn't pick up. What I dumbly didn't think about was the fact that I would actually go to voicemail. Now I had to explain why I was cursing at her in her voicemail.

The phone ringed and ringed making my nerves pick up. "Hey, it's Megan! Sorry I missed your call and have a great day, thanks!"

BEEP.

"Uh, hey Megs," I nearly face palmed for using her nickname. I sounded about as desperate as I was. "I was just uh calling to tell you that I didn't mean to call you the first time and that's why I cursed. I don't miss you or anything."

I slapped my forehead right then and there.

"Okay, bye," I quickly hung up the phone and rubbed my eyes tiredly. How does one speak fluent stupid? By talking to his recent ex, that's how.

"Oh, thank God!" Michael chuckled in relief as he walked into my room.

"What?" I asked.

Michael grabbed a pair of my boxers before giving me a knowing look. "You and Megan's relationship is still totally revolting to me."

Usually I would've punched him on the shoulder or flipped him off. Now I had no idea how to respond. Then I noticed that he was leaving with my boxers. "Wait, whoa there! What the hell are you doing with my boxers?"

"Can I not use your boxers?"

"Um, no?"

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because I don't want you to and who knows what you'll do to them!" I exclaimed. I sounded absolutely ridiculous, but the last time I let Michael borrow something he left it in Chicago. He once even lost his passport.

"I won't do anything..." he paused for a minute. "I just lied."

I raised my bushy eyebrows at him and he fidgeted under the pressure.

"Nothing bad will happen..." he winced. "I just lied again."

"Then tell the truth and give me back my fucking boxers."

"I was just gonna use them to.. to..." he waited a moment. "Oh, damn I actually forgot why."

I rolled my mocha eyes and snorted, "Michael you're an actual idiot."

"That was mean- OW!" he yelled and turned around to slap a laughing Luke, who had stepped on the back of his ankle.

"Get out of my room, you Teletubbies!" I glared at them and laid back on my bed.

"You're no fun anymore!" Luke said with an angry pout like Michael had not long before.

"What?" I snapped.

"He's right all you ever do is mope around and insult us. You're a party pooper," Michael added unceremoniously.

"What are you talking about I am the life of the party!" I said defensively.

"In your dreams, Shakespeare!"

"All of you need to piss off. I just got over with a break up and this is how I cope with it."

"You've been 'coping' for like five weeks now. Dude at your age, you shouldn't be that hung up on a girl," Luke deadpanned. That was an over exaggeration, it hadn't been five weeks.

"We dated for three years!"

"And it was disgusting," Michael said with a sour face. I sent him a harsh look and he said with a shrug, "Sorry."

"Go out with a girl or something for god's sake!" Luke exclaimed, throwing one of his disturbingly long arms in the air.

"No," I said lowly giving them both a deadly glare. "Have you already forgotten our deal?"

His looked flustered for a moment and coughed awkwardly, "Uh, n-no." He scratched the back of his neck. Michael's eyes were wide and he resembled a deer when it was caught in headlights.

"That's what I thought," I replied blandly. "None of us are going out with any girls any time soon. We made a deal guys and I plan to stick to it."

Both of them stared at their feet, the complete opposite of what I expected them to do. I expected them to agree with me with no hesitation, but they were obviously lost in their own worlds. I licked my chapped lips and let out a long sigh. They were already having second thoughts on the deal probably.

"I hope you two do the same," I told them before rolling over and avoiding their burning gazes. I heard a sigh and their feet shuffled out of my doorway and away from my room.

I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined Megan smiling at me. Her brown eyes bright, small crinkles next to them as she laughed. I missed her laugh. I missed making her laugh. I didn't know what had gone wrong in our relationship. One day things were absolutely perfect and the next they went crumbling down. And it was over. Even if I had the chance I wouldn't take her cheating ass back. She didn't deserve me. But why did I feel so terrible for feeling that way?

Out of all of this I learned that breakups suck and that I was willing to do anything to avoid one. So that's what I was going to do. I wasn't the type of guy who really needed a girlfriend anyway. Yeah, sure, losing Megan hurt a lot, but I had everything I needed. Shelter, food, a job, and my four best mates.

A girlfriend was a dream that would turn into a nightmare. She would have to have my attention and be with me all the time. She would want gifts. She would have to know where I am 24/7. She would call every day to see how my day went when I probably just played video games and ate pizza. She would want to know we had a future.

I thought Megan and I had a future and look how that all turned out.

Girls were a waste of time and breath. I didn't need that in my life and the boys will be grateful for me when they are able to see that. I was being a good friend by watching out for them. And they were all being good friends by sticking with me through it all and keeping away from girls just like me so I wouldn't feel left out or freakish.

They were all good friends and I was more than grateful to have them in my life. How did I come across such loyal boys? I decided that I would spend more time with them because they really did deserve to have fun after all they're doing for me.

"Man up a little, Ashton," I told myself and got out of bed for the first time in what felt like a really long time.

And it felt good.

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ayyy sorry this was a boring filler. my life is a freaking mess but it's going great, I guess.

so I was wondering if I should go about this story differently. like as in I write a series sorta? the first book being in Ashton's POV obvi and then like have a book for each of the boys POV and what happened...? does that sound better or do you like this version. I didn't know if the changing the whole pov every chapter was too confusing or not. let me know thanks!!

oh and love you for sticking with me guys!!!
- carlee