Floors || Lashton au (boyxboy)

Chapter 7

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Ashton

"Hello Ashton, how are you keeping?" Mrs. Hedge asks the second I opened the door to her office. I nod my head as a greeting and I smile as in I'm doing good. I take a seat in front of her desk, leaning back, my legs spread open a bit. "Luke got your second letter," she begins talking.

"Okay." I nod. "How come he didn't get the first one I sent?" I ask, this question being tugging at my tongue for a while. "I actually don't know Ashton but lets say it's good that he got the second one." she smiles.

I stay quiet. I know she knows the answer to my question and I'm going to get it out of her soon. "Well, the letters here if you want it now." she points to her drawer.

"I'll take it now please." I stick my hand out to receive the envelope. She places it in my hand and I observe it. "It's the same as any other letter Ashton."

I stay silent for a bit, not ignoring her statement, just not answering right at the moment.

"I know."

"Well lets just get your appointment done and you then can reply to Luke." she doesn't question, making me put the letter under my chair and talk to her.

An hour later and Mrs. Hedge is finishing off my appointment for the day. "Have you made any new friends?" she looks up to me, her light brown hair falling in front of her face slightly. "No, I'm still friends with Michael."

"Are you planning on socialising more?" she looks down at her clipboard. "If other people will even look at me, then fine." I shrug, fiddling with the bracelet on my wrist. Mrs. Hedge sighs, putting the pen down, looking up at me. I don't look at her, just waiting for a big lecture.

"Ashton, you're a beautiful boy. Why wouldn't people want to look at you?"

I scoff. "Don't say stuff that isn't true."

"Here me out," she pauses. I hold my breath. "Have I ever told you a lie," I don't say anything. "or said something that wasn't going to be true?" she asks.

I sit there for a few seconds before answering. "No." I sing lowly, looking out the window a few feet away from me. "Exactly. So take into view that you are a beautiful boy Ashton. You know I don't lie, so why would you think I'd lie about this?"

"Everyone lies once in their life. And this is one of them."

"The only thing I lied about was the food my sister cooks. It's disguising." she laughs, shaking her head as she looks down at the clipboard on her lap. She adjusts herself in the chair while I look up slowly, a smile coming upon my lips.

I still play with the bracelet that's on my wrist, leaned back in the ugly looking black chair. She suddenly sighs, looking back up at me. "You'll be okay Ashton." she says, thinking she was finished as I grab the letter from Luke under my chair and head towards the door, opening it and half way out I hear her say, "I promise."

I stop where I was and turn around to look at her. I smile slightly, heading out the door after she smiles back.

I make my way back to my dorm like always, by myself, letter in hand as I tip it against my fingertips, looking around at my surroundings. I occasionally pull up my trousers as it slips down when I walk. I think about what Luke looks like as I explained to him about my features. I like to imagine people in my head, it makes me feel better and don't ask why because I don't know why.

I fiddle with my keys in my pocket that belongs to my dorm room as I still have a few corridors to go. As I walk down a new corridor, I look out the large long window at the first building.

I, Ashton, is on the second building. The higher you are the better you are, or getting. The lower you are, the worse you are, or getting. The first building is floors one to fifty and the second building is floors fifty to hundred. Of course the top floor is the best but I'm not that far up. I wish I was. I think every one wishes they were.

The first building isn't the good building. As I assume. It's where you're struggling, I guess. You're put in here when you do something and can't get over it, like badly. Or you can't cope. Just can't cope with situations. You really have to be these people's shoes to know what we're going through. To understand.

I'm finally stood outside my dorm room, getting the keys from my back pocket of my jeans and unlocking the door. I walk in, closing it gently behind me and walking to my bed, opening the letter during my walk to my bed. I start reading once I get comfortable, my legs folded one over another in front of me.

To Ashton,

You seem very chirpy. Your whole letter is filled with happiness from your pencil. It's like the happiness in you was that strong it went through your fingertips, through the pencil and on the page you were writing on. I was happy to write to you but my doctor was jumping in her chair you could say. You don't seem like a douche to me through letters so I think other people are lying. I liked the way you talked about your favourite colour blue, I had to do the same with mine. Blue and red keep you alive. Basically. I'm not nice with my words, stop lying. I don't think your cringy, the stars is the best part about the world. Check tonight, at around one in the morning. Look out your window and stare. That's what I do. It takes a lot of patience and that's why my doctor is surprised about me. I don't have patience. I don't mean to rant, it's literally called bull what I write. I do have a bland personality. Every one that knows me can tell you I have one. By your last letter, you have a spicy personality *laughing crying emoji face*. Well here I go talking about my features. I'm just going to say you see those normal dudes with the blonde hair and the blue eyes and tanned skin. Yeah, that's me. Hate it. I'm just like every one else. You have nice light brown hair and lovely hazel eyes. Now, that's a difference. My hair is getting long now. I usually leave it down or I use hairspray. Nicky the hair straighter. Not bad. Was it a Nicky Clarke one by any chance? You're doing good Ashton because I'm six foot four inches tall. How many boyfriends did you have? I bet way more girlfriends than I did. I want to put in here too what floor I'm on. Okay, I'm in the first building, floor seven. You can tell me if you want. My doctor said it was personal and if you wanted to tell me you could. Sorry wait, what's the question that no one asks me? I forget. I wish I heard the funny sentence you wrote, I really wanted a laugh right now. I like One Direction. My favourite is Louis because why not. I like Panic! at the Disco too. You won't really help me Ashton, no bother asking.

"White lips, pale face
breathing in snowflakes.
Burnt lungs, sour taste." A Team, Ed Sheeran.

From Luke

okay fav superpower is to make everyone happy. You?

Question: fav tv show? boring I know, sorry.

That was a long enough letter anyway. By the way he described himself, he sounds beautiful. He's totally wrong about my nice hair and lovely eyes. Totally wrong.

One thing really caught my eye is that he told me what floor he's on. That's okay, nothing wrong with telling me but it's the floor number. He said he's on floor seven, the first building.

"The higher you are the better you are, or getting. The lower you are, the worse you are, or getting."

Luke is broken.