Train Of Thought ☯ lashton

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"Now as you all know, only one of you is picked to work at the station. We are here to draw this year's lucky student."

The young woman moved her hand into a bowl of names, pulling out a single piece of paper.

"I hope it says both our names so that we can stay young forever together," Ashton whispered.

Luke smiled, nodding rapidly. He squeezed Ashton's hand.

"And this year's worker is..."

"Hemmings! Get off your ass and help that old man get on the train!" Calum exclaimed. Luke sighed quietly.

"Sir? Can I help you?" Luke said.

"I told you not to call me sir. For fvck's sake, I'm twenty one."

Luke grabbed Ashton's wrist, lifting it up to the scanner carefully. "Not in train funds you aren't. You're sixty five," he replied, placing Ashton's hand back onto his walker. "That means you probably have about twenty trips before you board the train of thought."

Ashton sighed quietly. "We could've still been friends you know, if you had of bothered to keep in touch with me," He muttered, stepping onto the train.

"That's against the rules," Luke stated.

"So was putting your name into the barrel a hundred times, but you still did that!" Ashton exclaimed as the doors of the train closed.

Luke watched the train pull away from the station again. He frowned, knowing Ashton didn't have much time left.