NOT EDITED
After me and the guys finished our chat with Lauren we headed over to Mike's to talk over some stuff.
"You guys want a beer?" Michael questions, holding three bottles in his hands.
"Sure." Luke replys, talking on of the bottles.
"No thank you." Michael nods, placing mine back in the fridge.
"Alright so, do you guys wanna talk about Ashton or watch The Anchor Men?"
I laugh.
"How about we watch the movie, then talk about Ash?" The boys nod, as Mike quickly pops the DVD in.
Michael pushed Luke over so he could sit on the edge of the couch, which put Luke right next to me.
I could literally smell his cologne with every breath I took and it was driving me crazy. It was like a mix of mint and some other scent I couldent describe but it smelt so... Luke.
"You alright?" Luke whispered looking over at me.
"Yeah I'm fine." I replied with a smile. He staired at me for a moment before turning his gaze back the the TV.
I'd seen this movie a million times. I could probably recite it to anyone word for word not missing a beat. When I was younger me and Asher's older brother Nix would watch it over and over because we thought it was hilarious.
My mind drifted away from my old memories straight to Ashton. He seemed to be the only thing on my mind now a days.
I couldent help but feel afraid whenever someone spoke his name or whenever my mind replayed old memories of him. I always thought I knew everything about Ashton but I guess I didn't even know half.
He always seemed like an open book to me, he never kept a secret. Not because he didn't have any it was because he couldent. He'd break so easily. But him keeping something so big that he had to fake his death was all to unreal.
I wonder what he's doing right now. Is he running, or is he sleeping peacefully in some other part of the world? I wonder if he's happy, or if he's scared. I wonder if he misses me and the boys. Hell I wonder if he misses his family.
"Hey," Michael's soft voice whispers, pulling me from my thoughts, "Are you tired?"
I look at him confused before I realise Luke had moved over to the other couch and was sleeping silently.
"Oh no, not really." Michael frowns.
"Something's bothering you," How could he tell? "What is it?"
"It's Ashton." He sighs.
"What's up?"
"I just can't stop thinking about him. Like im constantly wondering where he is and how he's doing. Is he with someone or is he alone. Is he afraid at all? Does he miss us? My mind is flooded with Ashton and it's driving me insane."
Michael frowns at me, "You know Delilah you shoudlent have to worry about Ash. I can tell you haven't slept in awhile an I'm pretty sure I know why." I frown.
"Ashton shouldent be doing this to you. He's not even here!"
"Michael calm down please. I'm fine really." He sighs, resting his arm on my shoulders.
"You mean a lot to me, and seeing what an impact Ashton's disappearance has on you kills me," He pauses, "Your like a sister to me Delilah. I don't like seeing you hurting."
I give him a weak smile.
"I know I shouldent let Ash have a big effect on me but he was a major part of my life."
"I know." He huffs.
"But since it's hurting you I will try to block him out a bit. Okay?"
Michael nods.
"Now, can we sleep?" He nods again, getting up. As he walks away I grab onto his hand, "Stay with me. Please."
He smiles climbing back onto the couch beside me, allowing me to snuggle into his chest.
"Goodnight Mikey."
"Goodnight Delilah."
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goals. literal goals.
