we just gotta get out, we just gotta get out
i woke up the next morning with ashton's arm around me. the room was bright, so i glanced out the window to see if the sun was up. and yes it was. i grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of the view. when i was in middle school, i first pursued photography. at first, it was something i did just to pass time. my mother did it when she was young as well and encouraged me to try it out. as i got older, i grew to love it. i noticed things that most don't. like the small details that are beautiful if you'd take the time to look. i ended up enjoying it so much that i entered some of my work into this photography scholarship competition, just for fun. my art teacher told me about it, knowing my passion for the activity. i did well, ranked 2nd. the university i would've gotten into is in london. it was my lifelong dream to go there, maybe become someone important in the film industry. i was heart broken when i heard the news. coll and my mother coaxed me through it, telling me i would still get into a decent school, but they both knew how badly i'd wanted it. the bright side was, if i'd won the scholarship, i would have never even met my wonderful roommate. ashton irwin. i looked at him beside me. he was on his side, curls sprawled out all over the pillow. his eyes shut, but mouth in a small smile. deciding that this was a perfect moment to capture, i grabbed my iPhone and took a couple of pictures. i remembered the great date we had last night and that i was now his boyfriend.
boyfriend.
ashton's boyfriend.
it was so weird to me that you could be someone's. it's as if you belong to that person. i guess that's what love is; being with one person. wait, do i love ashton? i'd never had a real boyfriend before, just gone on dates. quickly, i grabbed my laptop which was on the kitchen counter and brought it onto the couch, where i placed it on my lap. i googled 'definition of love'.
now, after about a rough 20 minutes of searching, i realized love means many things. and it differs from person to person. for me personally, i think love is when you can't stop thinking about them. everything reminds you of them. i would see a Starbucks and remember when ashton bought me some. i would see the colour blue and remember that it's ashton's favourite colour. just little things like that. love is when it physically hurts you to be away from that person. whenever i'm with ashy, i feel safe, happy, loved. when i'm forced to be away from him, i feel lonely, bored, incomplete.
but I guess that's what love is. finding your other half. the one you can't live without. the one who completes you.
ashton.
i remember the first time i laid eyes on him. his curly hair, hazel eyes and soft dimples. i didn't know at that moment, that ashton would mean so much to me.
i gasped. i felt arms hugging me from behind and warm lips press my cheek.
"luke. what are you searching up?" he asked me, glancing at my screen whilst resting his head on my shoulder. he read the screen aloud.
i turned around to see his expression. he was bright red.
swallowing nervously, he asked, "luke, do you love me?"
A/N: oooooh cliffhanger. Sorry but I just love doing these. what do you guys think about luke's passion for photography?
byeeeee. I won't update too much this week , i have summer camp and MY LEGS ARE LEGIT DYING.
