73. ~ Filter

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Note: Most likely, you guys should be expecting double updates from time to time because we're finally getting to all the good shit. We're not quite done yet with Ashton but we are going to see a significant amount of Luke's past in the next few chapters. Be prepared for quite a few surprises! *cheshire cat grin*

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Time: 6:48 am.

Setting: Luke's Room. Room 343.

Ashton: (phone rings, wakes up, groans) Lukey, your phone.

Luke: (barely budges) Mm.

Ashton: (phone continue ringing, huffs, nudges Luke) Lukey! Wake up!

Luke: (rolls, half of his face buried in the pillow) Just ignore it.

Ashton: (grumpy) I can't. It won't stop ringing.

Luke: Ugh. Then answer it and tell whoever it is to sod off. I need to fucking sleep. I have a shift at nine. (covers body with blanket) I don't need this, right now.

Ashton: (grumbles, rolls towards bedside table, reaches out for phone, misses a few times before finally finding it and picking up, sleepily) Hello?

Troye: (surprised) Um. Hi. Is this Luke Hemmings' phone number?

Ashton: Yes. He's being a lazy arse and refuses to get out of bed to answer. May I take a message?

Troye: No, no. I'll just swing by later.

Ashton: (confused) I'm sorry. Who's this?

Troye: Don't worry about it. (hangs up)

Ashton: (eyebrows furrowed, stares at phone in confusion, puts it back on table) Well, that was weird.

Luke: (tired, peeks out from beneath the covers) Who was it?

Ashton: Not sure. Didn't say.

Luke: (mutters) Calls at this ungodly hour and doesn't even leave a name.

Ashton: (cuddles up against his side) Just sleep, Lukey. Worry about it later. (nuzzles Luke's neck)

Luke: (pulls Ashton closer, kisses his head) 'Kay.

Ashton: (blushes, wraps one arm around Luke's waist) Mm.

QOTD: What's Troye doing here? *evil laugh*

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