Floors || Lashton au (boyxboy)

Chapter 8

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Ashton

"Ashton, my man." I hear Michael say from the table I was walking to. I laugh, pulling out the chair with one hand as the other one was occupied with the red plastic tray with my food on it. "Hello Michael." I take a seat on the bright green plastic chair, pulling myself in against the red table and taking the straw off my Capree Sun carton, taking off the wrapper and stabbing it into the silver light-plastic hole. I throw the clear wrapper at Michael while he takes a large bit of his wrap. I giggle to myself while taking a sip of my juice.

"You're in an annoying mood today, aren't you? he raises his eyebrows, chewing on his food. I shrug my shoulders, playing with the wrapper I threw at Michael which didn't go very far. "I'm in the mood to annoy you." I answer. Michael rolls his eyes at my comment, use to me annoying him. It's my job.

"How have you been doing?" Michael asks, swallowing the left over food in his mouth. I nodded my head, gulping before answering his question. "Pretty good actually." I say casually.

"This place as been boring as fuck now a days." he rolls his eyes before taking another rather large bit of his delicious looking food. "It's always boring Michael. Nothing exciting has happened for the amount of years I've been here." I groan, actually getting annoying with how boring this place can get. You can actually get mentally and physically tired with how boring this is. Literally.

Michael hums loudly, widening his eyes while nodding forcefully, agreeing with my comment. "I actually don't care what happens, all I want is something happen. Like literally anything. I could get in a fight or I could make a new friend or-"

"Hey, am I not good enough?" Michael pouts, his bottom lip hanging so low you could use it as a fishing pole. "I love you Michael, don't worry." I chuckle, reaching over the table slightly to pat Michael's arm sincerely. I lean back, my smile big on my face.

"Or I could- oh my god I could fall in love." I say loudly, cutting off my own sentence, saying something else. Michael laughs but doesn't think negative. Michael's the type of person that you can say something out of the blue or totally irrelevant, he still doesn't think negative. As this is one in a million reasons why I love Michael.

"You don't know what coming around the corner." Michael admits, eating the last bit of his food while sprinkling the crumbs off his fingers and onto the red tray.

"I haven't had a boyfriend in ages." I exaggerate the whole sentence, especially the last word.

"You know, you deserve a boyfriend." Michael says, taking a gulp of his water to wash away any extra food in contained this mouth. I shrug, looking at my juice. "I don't know."

"You know it yourself Ash." he says softly.

"But, who would want me for the thing I did?" I admit.

"The person who really loves you will understand and accept your flaws." Quote from Michael Clifford.

"But there's so many flaws,"
I pause. "and quirks." I say truthfully.

"But that what's makes you, you. Okay? Don't be negative about yourself. If we were all the same, this world would be boring."

Michael's good with his words. He knows what to say at the proper situations. I don't know how he does it. "Thank you Michael." I smile small.

"Don't sweat it." he pushes it off. I chuckle, shaking my head.

"So hows your penpal getting on?" he asks. "Pretty good." I nod to myself. "He thinks he's this bland person with a bland personality." I sigh. I don't want Luke to think like that. Everyone has spice to their personality.