Time's just a bunch of numbers [Ashton fanfic]

Two - Bellas "boyfriend"

Isabella's POV •

The door to the studio opened and four sweaty guys came out. Or three. Cal wasn't sweaty at all. I sat with my mouth half open when Michael came over to me.

"So, what do you think?" he asked with a proud smile on his lips. They had played three songs, disconnected, out of my limit and one I thought was called what I like about you.

"Well, I guess out of my limit was fine" I joked. He didn't get my sarcasm and he looked really sad. "I'm kidding Mikey, you were awesome!" he started smiling again.

"Thanks, where do you live?" he asked and it would have felt uncomfortable if someone else that I only had known for less than a day had asked that I wouldn't have answered that, but now I did. He made me comfortable in some way. I felt like I had known him my whole life. We like clicked. The voice in my head kept saying 'he's going to be your best friend' and I couldn't help but think it was pretty damn right.

"something about 15 minutes that way" I said while pointing out one of the windows.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Why should I?"

"So do I! I mean, I live about 15 minutes the same way!"

"You walk right?"

"Yep, I can't actually ride a bike, embarrassing huh?"

"Me neither!"

"Twiiins" he said and held up his hand in the air so I could give him a high five. "And well, Ash often drops me of here after school, the days we end at the same time. And then I walk the rest."

"Then we can have company!"

"Yes of course, it would be a little bit weird if we were going to the same place but like two meters apart" he laughed and so did I.

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"my parents are totally sick" Michael said. "or maybe overprotecting is the right word"

"I wish my mum would be like that" I said sadly. "the first responsible thing she ever did was leaving dad" I tried to hide the tears in my eyes. He saw it. He hugged me. And I couldn't hide it. I was sad. Really sad.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked and I nodded. I wanted to. I didn't want to hold it all inside. I wanted to tell him everything.

"Can we go to your place?" I sobbed into his chest.

"of course"

-

We stopped just outside my apartment house.

"But wasn't we going to your place?" I asked.

"Yeah, this is my place?" he said. "I live on the top floor"

"Are you kidding me?" I almost shouted. "I live on the second!" there was only three floors in that building.

"Oh my god!" he fangirled. "How did I not notice you before?"

"I haven't been out that much"

We started walking up the stairs and when we had walked up the first two, I stopped to throw my bag inside and we walked up to the top aka third floor where Michael lived. There was three apartments on each floor, and he just happened to live in the same as I, just one floor up, and the same room, but one floor up. We sat down on his king sized bed on the white bedspread.

"What happened with your dad?" he asked carefully.

"Okay" I took a deep breath and started. "he's an alcoholic. He started when I was nine and my sister was six. He started when grandpa took suicide. He said it was because of him and there was nothing we could do, so we let him continue, but then he started to hit mum but mum didn't do anything about it. Because she isn't that responsible, she just left us alone with dad and went out to clubs. So then I had to take care of my sister who's name by the way is Amelia, and my mum doesn't really care about us, so we don't care about her either" the tears fell down on my legs and on Michael's bed. He came closer and hugged me.