#161- Two Is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls feat. Taylor Swift Song Preference
by cutelucas on tumblr
Ashton: I remember what you wore on the first day, you came into my life and I thought, "Hey you know this could be something"
Your lips curved into a smile, watching his chest rise up and down as he slept. His lips were slightly parted and he looked so peaceful, almost like an angel - wait, he actually is an angel. You ran your fingers through his curly hair, giggling as he shifted mumbled something in his sleep. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arm around him, reminiscing of the day you first laid your eyes on him. It was a beautiful Monday morning in autumn, you were playing with your hair during class, not paying attention to anything your teacher has to say. School has now restarted, and you already wanted to go home because school fucking sucks. You glanced up at your brunette homeroom teacher, who was trying to talk to you about how skipping classes is bad and all that shit, making you roll your eyes. You took a moment to take a look around the classroom - all of them were familiar faces you've seen throughout the past year, and you were slightly disappointed by the lack of new faces and cute guys. One thing you liked about new school years were the fresh new faces and all the new good-looking transferees, but sadly, you weren't that lucky this year. Seriously, the lack of cute boys here was gonna drive you insane someday cause school already makes you crazy, cute boys were your only escape from the stress and there were close to none these days. You heaved out a heavy sigh, sticking out your bottom lip as you began tapping your pen on the desk, trying to pass the time. The classroom door opens and you turned to see who just entered the room, your eyes widening as a beautiful boy with dark blonde hair, and black glasses entered the room. His dark blonde hair was curly and messy, he wore a black singlet and some black skinny jeans, completing the look with some black Converse. Your jaw dropped as he said something to your teacher, giggling as he did. He had such an adorable giggle, he was so fucking good looking and he wore glasses - you had to get to know this boy, you just had to. He introduced himself with a huge smile, a smile tugging on your lips when he introduced himself as Ashton Irwin. His eyes landed on you, and his lips parted, making you blush slightly. This could be something, you thought to yourself as he began to make his way towards you. He pointed to the seat beside you, with a huge smile and asked, "Does anyone sit here?" You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip as he shot you a smile and took a seat. "My name's Ashton, by the way," he says, stretching his hand out for you to shake. You nodded, introducing yourself to him as well and took his huge hand in yours, shaking it with a huge smile. Neither of you foresaw that you would end up with one another, and still stay strong after two years of being in a relationship with each other the day you met for the first time in class. He just came into your life, and thought it was interesting to have a cute transferee as your seatmate in homeroom, and you didn't see being in a relationship with him that time. You placed your head on his chest, smiling as you fell asleep to his steady heartbeat.
Luke: I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste, you make it hard for breathing
You remembered every single memory you had with him, and every single thing about him, which you loved so damn much. He was such a beautiful boy, and he was the closest thing to perfection you have ever seen. Luke Hemmings was his name, and he was a such a beautiful boy who had a golden heart as well as a golden voice. You were in love with him, because he made every single bone in your body feel alive with his touch. He would make the butterflies in your stomach flutter with a single word. He would make your heart race with his mere touch. He would make you smile with just one look. Ah, speaking of looks - the way he looked at you was probably your favorite thing, he would look at you with so much love and concern, as if you were this fragile gem he wouldn't dare lose. You remembered every look upon his face, as well, and you have probably memorized each and every one of his expressions and all the details about him. You have memorized where all of his freckles where, and you've memorized each and every detail. You also remember how he would bite down on his bottom lip when he was confused, and you would remember how he would lick his lips before he would talk. You remember how he would play with his lip ring every once in a while, when he had nothing to do and you remember how he would rub his forehead whenever he laughs. You remember how he would bite down on his lip when he tries to prevent from laughing too hard. You remember how his eyes would light up at the mention of music. You would remember how he would look at his band members with love, as he saw them as his own brothers. You would remember how he would pout whenever he didn't get what he wanted. You would remember how he would laugh at his own joke, labeling his as lame whenever he would. You would remember the sound of his laugh, and it sounded a lot like heaven. You would remember the way he would roll his eyes whenever you would make some sarcastic comment about something. You would remember how he would furrow his eyebrows in concentration when he was trying to write a new song. You would remember how confident he would get when he gets on stage, where he actually belonged. You remember how he would smile against your lips whenever you kissed, and pulls you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist. You knew and remember every single thing about him, and you also knew about the effect he had on you. You knew you would never meet anyone as wonderful as Luke, and you smiled, because this gorgeous boy was yours and yours alone.
