Silence [~Lashton Fic~]

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You could view almost the whole neighborhood when you sat on the roof of this little house. Granted, it was two-story so maybe not so little. It only had one bathroom and three bedrooms though and the kitchen was almost as big as the shed in the backyard. A shed that was empty and they never used out of the ten years that they have lived there until the incident. 

A blonde fifteen year old, who was thirteen years old at the time, had adopted their shed and turned it into his sanctuary, his getaway, and his boy cave. No, it wasn't his room. His mother refused to let him sleep out there even if Luke tried dragged his mattress out there. He just had a couch,  a pool table with no equipment, a mini fridge filled with Lunchables, and a small box TV sitting on top of a Rubix cube nightstand. There was also a bookshelf filled with his favorites, magazines, and books that he has yet to read.

When Luke isn't feeling great, he sits in that shed for multiple hours. When he isn't doing okay, it doesn't mean chicken noodle soup will do the job. It means a couple of prescription pain meds from when he broke his arm in middle school and a long nap with a cat sitting on his back and the door has to be locked so his mother doesn't come in and bust him for pill popping. He isn't in his right mind when he's not okay.

It's all because other kids do not know how to treat others the way they want to be treated.

Back to the roof.

The roof viewed almost the whole neighborhood and that his exactly why Luke chose his room to be upstairs. The only room upstairs and the only way to get on the roof. There was a little bay window in the room and only one of the windows opened and it led straight onto the roof and from there you could either sit or climb higher so you could see the neighbor hood. Luke always climbed higher so he could see. He could never get used to the sight even though it was a trashy neighbor hood. At sundown was when it looked it's best.

Most people go for a walk to think, or even take a shower. Instead, Luke sits on his roof and watches the sun disappear behind his rundown town. He goes over everything that has happened that day. How many mood changes he had that day, how many encounters he made with an actual person, how many episodes of some TV show he had gotten through that day, and etcetera. Luke just doesn't think about those things though. He also thinks about his mother and how she is doing. He likes to think of alternate realities where things go his way and he actually speaks to people instead of writing it down on a board. Even when he does that, it's only to people he trusts. Like his mom, his brothers, and his therapist, but that's about it.

He's mute. He's been mute since seventh grade. He's now going into high school and right now it is scaring the crap out of him because he knows the bullying is only going to get worse. That and he knows he won't make any friends. No one wants to be friends with the mute boy who just refuses to talk and apparently feels sorry for himself.

This is what has Luke on the roof right now. He's thinking about High school as he watches all the neighbors walk by, watches the cars, the birds, and just about anything else going on. He wasn't having any distractions and he was at full peace until his mother walked in.

"Honey, It's time for dinner." Liz said from the window. She poked her head out and looked up, seeing the dangling feet covered in faded black converse. "Please be careful getting down, you know I don't like it when you go up there." She huffed.

Luke swung his feet back in fourth as if it was a response to her words. He waited until she was back in his bedroom and away from the window to hop down from the top. He let his feet connect with the roof in front of his window before climbing in. Luke stared at his mother with a blank face before turning and shutting the window.

"One of these days you are going to fall off of that roof and you will break your neck." His mother frowned at him before exiting the room, not letting him respond first. Luke just sighed quietly before taking his phone and his whiteboard downstairs.

He thought dinner was pointless because they always snack right before Liz starts making something. Except on Fridays. Fridays were takeout days because his mom works second and third shift on Fridays. That was when Luke could do whatever he wanted and be all alone and actually enjoy the time he was spending by himself.

Luke dropped himself into his chair at the dining room table, looking at the plate in front of him. Mashed potatoes. It was always something with mashed potatoes in the side. He ruled out that his mum always made them because they used to be his favorite, he was starting to think they were her favorite now.

The boy picked up his white board and wrote, "Really?" With an oversized question mark at the end. Once he saw his mother break out into a smile he set the white board down and began to eat.

Eat. Write. Room.

That was his routine for dinner everyday. Eat the food, tell mum it was good, then go to the bedroom and isolate. That's all Luke would ever do and it made Liz believe that her son was doing okay.

"So, are you enjoying highschool so far, Mr. Freshman?" Liz asked, playing around with her potatoes and her fork. She wasn't eating them so there was something on her mind. Luke could tell and he didn't like it, it also meant that she probably wanted something from him. For him to do something and it wasn't to talk because when she wanted him to talk, oh, she let him know.

All he could do was shrug because he hated it. He hated school in general but he couldn't tell her that. He would be sent back to his therapist and Liz would spill everything that he said about school.

The white board was picked up, erased, and written on again.

"It's fine"

Liz frowned at the letters but nodded gently anyways. "Okay, that's alright. You just started anyways. You're only a couple weeks in. If you have any questions about anything you'll let me know?" She looked at her son and gave him a weak smile.

Luke looked back at his mum and dropped his fork onto his plate. He erased the board, writing once again. "What's going on?" He put and slid the board across the table instead of just showing it to her. He was tired of writing, for now on it would.be just nods and shakes of the head until he was finished eating.

His mum looked at the board, picking it up off the table and holding it in her lap. She let out a sigh and sucked in her bottom lip. She hated leaving Luke alone at the house already, sonhaving to work more was a big deal to her. It didn't seem like a big issue to other people because Luke was a teenager and could take care of himself, but he was a troubled teenager in her eyes. He needed constant attention and love.

"I have to take more shifts at work, which means I'll be gone more during the week. I don't like leaving you alone, but I'm trying to give you more space and trust. Are you going to be okay with this?" Liz told him, watching every little expression and gesture he made to give her some leeway about how he felt.

Luke didn't want to reply. He didn't care if she took more shifts or took less shifts. It was all up to her, but he would like to see her at least once everyday. Luke gave her a couple nods before sending a reassuring smile her way. For the rest of that evening, they sat in silence. he finished his food and went to his room and Liz cleaned the house and went to bed. This was their everyday routine.

Little did Luke know though, that his routine would be screwed as of tomorrow.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first actual Chapter. I know you'll enjoy the second one because baby Ashton gets introduced to baby Luke woop woop.

Uh.. I hope it was good? Let me know how I did please??

Half of that chapter was written a looonng time ago and I just finished the rest of tonight and went back and changed some things so hopefully it isn't crappy.

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-HitmeDarling