Our story is cliché but it's ours - Mashton

Chapter 7

Our babies 😍 I love them so much!! They have helped in in so many different ways possible!!
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Ashton, Calum and Luke has been hanging out with each other a lot more, this led them to all get closer to each other.  The closeness meant secrets spilled.

Obviously Luke didn't tell Calum all his secrets, he only told the ones which mirrored the importance or the secrecy of them. So when Calum told them his biggest secret, Luke was stumped.

Calum came out to them by saying he was bisexual, and that only Michael and his family knew. All Luke could do was stare, and then panic when Calum started to cry.

Luke felt bad.

He could tell that, that was Calum's biggest secret, the biggest secret that Luke said was that he's insecure of his body. But with what Calum just said, it didn't match Luke's scale.

Because of how open Calum's was, Luke felt bad, he also felt like he could trust Calum more. So Luke tried to causally reply. But it failed.

"S-same... well n-not same. But...y-yeah."

Calum looked up from his hands, he stopped all shaking of his body and looked at Luke with almost pleading eyes.

"You're gay?" Calum questioned with the slightest hint of joy and anxiety, he really hoped that Luke wasn't playing with his feelings, even though they hadn't known each other long, Calum was starting to develop a crush on the shy blonde boy.

Luke tentatively said yes, that's all he could do before Calum tackled him into a hug, Luke fell over from the impact; and was now laying on the ground with Calum in top of him, his lips on Luke cheek leaving a lingering kiss.

Ashton coughed. He felt awkward. That's all he thought of doing, it was cliché, but maybe that's just how Ashton is.

Calum heaved himself off of Luke and sat back in his original place in the grass next to Ashton, a bright blush blooming over his cheeks, similarly to Luke's cheeks.

Maybe Calum lied. Maybe his crush on Luke wasn't starting to develop. Maybe it wasn't developing at all.

Maybe it was already developed.

As Ashton struck up a conversation, Luke was still struck by Calum's actions; he traced his cheek, the one Calum kissed, not in a discussed way, but in a stunned, slightly love-struck way.

"What'd you think of that Luke?" Calum asked inquisitively. "Uh. Oh, um sorry I wasn't listening." Luke rushed out so that he didn't seem rude.

"Going to the beach"

"When?"

"Now you shuck-face"

"You've been reading The Maze Runner again, haven't you Ashton?"

"Yeah, poor poor Newt" Calum and Luke started to chuckle as Ashton rubbed his dry eyes, as if he was actually crying.

"You know Ash, you remind me of my friend Millie, you should meet her! Oh my god, you should meet all my friends! Especially Michael," Calum spoke that last bit with a smirk," you two would really bond."

So it was agreed. Michael would finally shut up about meeting and talking to Ashton.

However, Ashton was still worried about the note his mum left. He wasn't sure what to think about it, he couldn't talk about it with his friends not because he doesn't trust them, it's because then he would have to tell the whole story. If they did then they would leave him. Not even his mum new the whole story, she wouldn't believe him if he told her; she showed this but the numerous times she's said that he could be innocent and that they could all be a happy family.

Luke looked over and saw Ashton's worried and upset face, "Ash, are you okay?" Luke asked, dragging out the 'okay'.

"Umm yer, I was just thinking about what life would be like if I didn't have you guys! If I had stayed back in Australia." He quickly lied to cover up his true thoughts and the true meaning behind his distraught look. "Anyway guys, I better get back because my mum said I now have a curfew, so see you guys soon! Calum text me about meeting all your friends. Bye!" Ashton cheerful forced out and scurried off before they could question him.

When Ashton got home, he ran to his room and locked the door- it was now more of a habit then a obligation.

"Ashton Hun, I'm back! And I have a guest over later, so I brought you a microwaveable dinner to take to your room! Have a nice night!"

It was times like these that Ashton felt like his mum didn't love him, sure she got him counselling and helped him as much as she could, but she ditches him for guys who are normally in relationships with other people, the other people tend to be guys, and are only using her as a beard.

Ashton did feel really sorry for his mum.

Before he could put too much thought in it, it only makes him sad when thinking about how people use others to make themselves feel better it to be happy, he went down and got his packaged dinner to put in his microwave in his room.

Whilst eating his macaroni and cheese he pulled his laptop out, logged into his Netflix and put on 500 Days of Summer. What? It's one of his favourite movies! Even though it's considered 'girly' it's still amazing!

After his mini movie marathon, Ashton decided to go to sleep even though he could still hear the very fake laughter coming from his mothers mouth. He eventually fell asleep dreading what was to come next.

"No!" The boy screamed whilst kicking and struggling against the beast in front of the pinned up him. "Please stop!" He pleaded. "I'll change! I'll get better. Please just stop. I'll do anything." The young boy whimpered whilst being pushed highly up the wall, tears were flowing down his cheeks and soaking his top, because of the young boys threats there was a clear colour difference in his top, the light blue making that dark blue damp marks even more viable.

He was then dropped onto the floor from the catastrophic hight into a crumpled mess on the floor, fresh bruises scattering his already battered and bruised body, blood staining the back of his top from where his back dragged against a nail on the wall on the way down.

"This is what you get for being such a failure of a son," the dark eyed and snarled mouth monster spat at the helpless boy, "you can't even fend for yourself, how pathetic! Shouldn't have let your mother be so soft on you... Ashton."

When that left his mouth, the young boy, barely 10, wished it would be like it was in the movie. For everything to go black and for him to feel numb. But no, he never gets good luck. The boy curled into himself hoping to lessen the impact, several punched and kicks thrown towards him from the sober man. The last kick wasn't forgotten about. It will never be forgotten, it was the final kick given from the poor excuse of a father, it was the kick that broke the 10 year olds boy's ribs.

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Sooo 1.2k words!! I really like the dream/flashback that Ashton had!!

What's everyone think of Ashton??

What about Cake??

Mama Irwin??

The 'monster'??

Where'd you think it's going to go??

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!! Also mightn't have to skip next weeks update, not sure though, sorry if I do it because I'm back to school and I'm in year 11 (10th Grade) and the work is piling up and therefore less writing time.