"You're getting really good at this, Michael." Ashton smiled, signing the words before sipping his coffee. Michael's eyes tried to stay open, but it was almost eleven p.m. in the dark coffee shop. Michael stayed up until four AM learning sign language for Luke on a website he found, and his little tutoring sessions with Ashton seemed to be paying off.
"I just want to make him happy." Michael responded, a bit slower than Ashton. Every now and then, Ashton would have to slow down a bit or teach him a new sign.
Ashton was beyond happy when he found out Michael wanted to sign. He knew his best friend's struggles, and Michael learning a completely new language all for Luke touched his heart.
Michael deserved so much more than he got in his life. A big heart filled with love, enough to give away easily. But he doesn't receive half the amount he spreads, and Ashton could tell by his worn expression.
He hoped Luke gave him twice as much love as Michael gave out, because someone who loves so much can only go so long without being loved themselves.
He wondered if someone out there cared for him as much as Michael did Luke. He wondered if he'd already met the love of his life, he wondered if he'd already bought the clothes they'd wear on the first date. He wondered when he was going to feel loved, and when he was going to make someone else feel loved, too.
But looking after his siblings, making sure they're happy and loved is his main priority. He'd fight to the death to protect his family, someone would have to rip them from his dead hands.
He imagined the same feeling if he'd had children of his own. He wondered if the one he was meant to be with even wanted kids. He shouldn't be worried about this, he wasn't even a legal adult yet; but Ashton always found himself wanting another human to kiss and hold, cuddle on cold days and pull all nighters with.
"What's on your mind?" Michael asked, fumbling a bit over his hand motions.
"Nothing." Ashton replied quickly, but a strange thought came to his mind when Michael asked that question.
Calum.
A/n
I dearly apologize if you're sick of my cashton shit
~Kaylee
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shooting stars//muke
Fanfiction"When I was little, I thought airplanes were shooting stars. And every night, I wished for a voice." •/•/•/•/• Michael Clifford says nothing, and Luke Hemmings manages a few words. But Michael lives in a world of noise while Luke lives in a world of...
