The Unexpected

33 || Coffee Beans

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"Psst. Ashton," I whisper into the dimpled boy's ear. "Fletcher. Fletch. Ash Hole. Wake up."

I begin to grow impatient and shake his torso, hoping he'll wake up. Deciding to give it a rest, I head into his kitchen to grab a snack. The two of us were supposed to be on our way into the city by now, but his sleep schedule has clearly gotten in the way of that.

Letting out a loud sigh, I plop down onto the couch, hoping that Ashton will wake up soon. A shiver runs down my spine as goosebumps form all over my bare arms and legs. The air conditioning is cooling the apartment much more than it needs in the spring. I look around trying to find the thermostat, but suddenly Ashton emerges from his bedroom door.

"Morning, love," he smiles at me as he walks over to give me a hug.

"Goodmorning, butt head."

Ashton laughs as he searches for food, most likely thinking of the fact that I'm always insulting him whilst he's always being sweet.

Slowly remembering why I'm here, the tired boy turns to me and makes a face that says 'oh, right', and heads back into his bedroom. The sound of water continuously pouring into the shower echoes from the other room, and once again I'm sitting on the couch.

Bored, I walk over to a wall in the living room that's covered in photos. As I get closer, I find that they're all developed from film, most Polaroids, but others from disposable cameras. Memories come flooding to me now; Ashton carrying around a camera everywhere he went.

With a closer inspection, I find that most of the photos are not pose and also don't have the golden haired boy in them. Multiple candids of the other boys and I clutter the wall. How did I never notice him taking any of these? Clearly there's old ones that were taken before I was around, but there's also a decent amount of photos that were taken at times I was with him.

"I see you found the wall," a voice says, interrupting my train of thought.

I turn to find a wet haired Ashton now dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a Captain America shirt. He walks over to join me, pointing out several photographs that I probably wouldn't have noticed on my own.

"It's beautiful, Ash. Somehow you've managed to capture so much emotion in these. Like, I can actually get an idea of how much fun everyone was having when these were taken. Or, in Luke's case," I say as I point to a picture of him looking like he could kick a puppy, "how much he wanted to kill someone."

"Calum," Ashton and I say at the same time, breaking out in laughter.

"How have I never noticed you taking any of these?" I ask as I turn away from the wall towards the boy next to me.

"Well I try not to be noticed. I have plenty of pictures that didn't turn out right. Sometimes people notice and push the camera away or suddenly pose, but these are all the really good ones. Oh, that reminds me."

Ashton gestures for me to follow him as he leads me to a small closet. He opens the door and turns on a light to reveal a small walk-in closet with shelves covered in cameras. The tall, muscular boy turns to his right where one of the shelves holds stacks of developed photographs.

"Here," he says as he hands me a small stack.

I begin to flip through them and find that they're all of me and my idiots. Some have Ashton in them, and others are posed. My favorite is a candid of Michael and I at a party last month, sitting on a couch, me on his lap, laughing hysterically at something.