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|Luke|

Baby boy.

The words kept pounding in my head, a steady rhythm of syllables. Why was I so affected by two words? Ashton probably said them by accident, but how would it be an accident if he wasn't already saying them to someone else?

He mustn't have been saying them to Halyn, she's not a boy. She uses female pronouns. The thought of Halyn evokes a weird feeling in my stomach. The two words that slipped out of Ashton's mouth, the two that I would kill to hear again, they've changed things. I don't know how, or why, or what's changed, but it has.

Why is it so important to me that Ashton called me baby boy, anyways? Was it because he said it and it made me want to--

My phone buzzes.

From: Alisha

Parents r out, u wanna come ovr 2 work on project?

Oh, shit. Should I go? Should I not go? Just for a little? What would we end up doing? I can't just make a decision, I mean, the possibilities are endless. lol I hate myself for cracking a devilish grin

Ashton was supposed to help me with this. Girls are so hard to figure out.

I wish Ashton stayed. He's funny. And he's nice. And he has pretty eyes. And fuck, his arms; I wish he would bang me like he banged his drums during practice. That would be better than banging dumb Alisha.

What the fuck, I'm just joking right? I'm having a conversation with myself. I need help. Or company. I look longingly at the chair Ash sat in, and pick up a battered wallet. He must've forgotten it. I pocket it, but not after slyly sniffing Ashton's scent.

I peek out from under my fingers in my slumped position on the stiff waiting room chair. All I can think about is how much I want Ashton to kiss me. A door slammed shut across the room, and Michael stumbles through the doorway.

"Mikey! Thank god, I need help with--" I start, clapping my hands together. He just shakes his head, and I notice the tear tracks trailing down his cheeks. "Mikey?"

"Shut up, Luke," he mumbles noncommittally, sounding like a complete mess. What happened in there? I watch as my broken friend collapses in the chair Ashton occupied not long ago. It's not long before sobs start to wrack through his body. I awkwardly put my arm around him, gently and slowly patting is back. Michael cuddles up towards me, crying harder at the human contact.

"Lu-key, she doe-sn't l-love me," Michael sniffs, hiccuping as he shoves his head in the crook of my neck. Whoa, Halyn doesn't love him? Michael is so torn up, but how could Halyn not like him? Did she seem like she was totally into him? I wrap my arms tighter around him, pulling his larger frame onto my lap as he curls up into a ball.

"Shh. Mikey, babe, it's all gonna be okay," I whisper in his ear, running my hands through his soft tufts of hair. "It's all gonna be okay."

"N-no it's not!" He wails. My heart breaks piece by piece for him. I use my hands to cup his cheeks and make him face me.

"Michael Gordon Clifford, listen to me. It's all gonna be okay, and this is happening for a reason, yeah? So maybe she isn't the one if she can't appreciate you, love you back. Stop wasting your time on unrequited love, Mike." I tell him, looking dead into his watery eyes. Our noses are touching. "It's going to all be okay, I promise--"

You know how when you're sad, all you want to do is feel loved? And how you don't think things all the way through? That's the point Michael was at as he gently leaned forward to close the gap between our lips, his eyes fluttering closed. I kept mine open in surprise, not moving with the kiss. I wish I had just closed my eyes, though, because someone came back to get their wallet.

Ashton.

I pull away frantically from Michael, shoving him off my lap. I barely register his groan as he hits the floor.

"I.. I came back for my wallet? Lu?" Ashton says, betrayal evident on his face. I feel like crying, nothing was going right. Why couldn't Ashton have kissed me? Why did Michael have to screw it up, now Ash hates me!

"I-um, yeah," I say, tossing it so him.

"Thanks." His words are like ice. He turns and goes to walk out again.

"Wait--Ashy! Listen--" I start, going after him and grabbing his wrist.

"No, Luke. Stop. I don't need an explanation, okay? I get it," he snarls, scoffing. "It doesn't matter."

"But, Ashy-- I need you! I like--"

"Well, I guess you should've thought about that before you started acting like a slut, Luke."

Once again, Ashton leaves me behind. But this time I had tears threatening to fall, not a blush spreading on my cheeks.

Maybe I should go to Alisha's.