Ashton
I got up from my table after paying and walked into the bathroom real quick, hearing sobbing onto the other side. I opened the door and saw a boy with short black hair, gripping onto the sink and sobbing his heart out. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked softly and I rapidly shook his head, letting out a heartbreaking sob. "What's wrong?" I asked, "My date walked out on me b-because I was eating too m-much." He sobbed and then sank to the floor, leaning against the wall and sobbing into his knees. I sat next to him, "That's a bullshit reason to leave." I muttered. "Not really, I'm kinda surprised he agreed to go out with me in the first place." He sniffled and looked up at me, "I-I'm fat and gross." He coughed and my heart sank. He was gorgeous. He had the prettiest eyes I've ever seen, he had adorable scruffy chipmunk cheeks, slightly chapped pink lips, a cute little button nose, and beautiful pale skin. "You're not fat or gross, I think you're pretty." I smiled and handed him a couple paper towels, he wiped the tears off his cheeks and sniffled, "No, no I'm not. I'm a whale." He sighed and looked at his lap. I noticed he had a little belly, his thighs were thick, and he had a little double chin peeking out. "Hey, you're not a whale. I think you're the hottest guy I've ever seen." I smiled, "R-really?" He stammered and I took his hand, standing us up. "Yeah, you're gorgeous." I smiled and he looked down at his feet with a smile on his face and a cute blush. "What's your name cutie?" I asked and he blushed a darker red, "Michael, Michael Clifford." He smiled. "I'm Ashton Irwin and happen to think you are very very cute." I smiled, making him blush. "Thank you Ashton, I should probably be heading home." He mumbled and we walked out the door, "Dammit." He muttered as he saw it was raining. "What?" I asked, "I have to walk home in the rain, my 'date' drove me here." He frowned. "You are not walking home in the rain, you're coming with me Michael." I stated, "Ar-are you s-sure?" He stammered and I nodded, taking his hand and walking him to my car. "C-can I-I st-stay at y-your pl-place?" Michael stammered and played with his sweater paws, "Of course." I smiled as I pulled up to my house, we ran inside to avoid the rain and I pulled him onto my lap as I fell onto onto the couch. "Ashton, I'm gonna break your legs." Michael frowned and tried to pull my arms off his waist, but I was a lot stronger than him, "No, I wanna cuddle with you." I smiled. "C-can you j-just not touch my-my w-waist?" He asked and moved my arms away from his waist, holding his hands instead. He leaned back and rested his head on my shoulder, I pecked his lips and he smiled extremely wide with a bright red blush on his cheeks. "You're cute you know that?" I smiled and he sat up
