Paint Stain <Lashton>

XVIII

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. ~Mahatma Gandhi 

Luke's POV

I was driving back to my apartment with Ashton, and neither one of us said a word. He had a look on his face like he was well satisfied, and maybe I was too. I mean, I might have been if I was not shaking with nerves. 

We went back up to my apartment and I let out a sigh as I plopped down on the couch. I patted the space next to me and Ashton sat next to me, turning his head so he could see me. "What's the matter, Luke?" 

"What would my father say..?" I sighed, as that was the only thing on my mind. "He's already so mad at me, and now I'm just going to make matters worse. How will the business look, if it fails, everyone loses their jobs and then I'm out of work and I don't know how to do anything and - " Ashton placed his hand over my mouth. 

"Relax, Luke. Calm down." Ashton gave a small smile. "Come on, don't worry about it. Will you smile for me?" 

"Knock it off," I huffed and folded my arms. Ashton leaned on my shoulder and I felt myself sinking into my seat as I pressed my lips together. 

"Smile." Ashton cooed. "I can tickle you." 

"No, Ashton." I snapped. 

Ashton let out a sigh and stood up from the couch, he walked around and was looking at things, I watched him for a moment before his eyes met mine. "What's this?" He pointed at a black journal sitting on the kitchen counter. 

"Poems." I replied. 

"Oh that's right, you like poetry." Ashton picked up the book and I went wide eyed. I stood up and slid over, taking the book from his hands. "Can I not read it?" 

"No." I shook my head.

"Why not? It's just poems." Ashton huffed.

"Because I.." I muttered as I looked off to the side. "They're not just poems." I could feel my face turning red. "I wrote them.." 

"What!?" Ashton went wide eyed. "Luke Hemmings, writing poetry." 

"S-Stop taunting me!" I huffed. 

"Can I just read one?" Ashton asked and I shook my head. "Come on, please?" I shook my head again. "Luke, I'll give you a kiss if you let me read it." 

"Ashton!" I hissed. 

"What? You don't want to get a kiss from me?" Ashton whined. 

"I-I didn't say that.." I muttered. "But you can't read them.. They're personal.." 

"Oh, I get it." Ashton smiled. "Okay, I won't read them." 

"Promise?" I asked. Ashton nodded his head and I set the black journal on the table. I turned and sat back on the couch and I looked out the window and let out a sigh. "Don't you have class tomorrow? It's getting kind of late." 

"I don't mind." Ashton replied as he plopped on the couch. I bit my lip.

"Y-You can stay here..If you want.." I mumbled.

"Does that mean I get to see your bedroom after all?" Ashton gasped a smile on his face. I shot him a glare. 

"Get up, go down the hall, last door." I snarled. "It's right there." 

"Okay." Ashton shrugged. I stood up and followed him and he walked inside, looking around. "It's very.." 

I knew exactly what he would say. Not like me at all. I had an ivy plant growing on the top of my dresser, it had roots long enough to reach the floor. The bedding on my bed was a dark red color and there was a small couch in front of the window. Not to mention a shaggy light brown carpet on the wooden floor. It smelt like vanilla, and along all the walls of black was posters with famous bands on them. On my nightstand was a radio, surrounding it was many cds, all in their cases. My closet was wide open, and you could see all of suits hanging up in a neat order. On the floor was shoe boxes, never filled with shoes but many assortments of things - I did keep my shoes hidden under my bed though.  

On the window was sheer off-white curtains. Nothing in my room really matched besides the wooden frame of my bed, the dresser, and the nightstands. Then the carpet matched curtains. In the corner was a little table stacked high with books. In other part of the room there was space was half-melted candles and a single incense burner. Hence, the smell of vanilla. 

"I pictured you to have a very boring bedroom, but that's how I pictured your whole apartment. Everything in it is very cozy." Ashton flashed a smile to me as he looked out the window. "You must get a really good view too, because you're on a corner."

I nodded my head and sat down on the trunk at the foot of my bed. Inside it was more books, candles and incense. 

"I totally love it." Ashton laughed. "It's like your own little sanctum. Is it always this clean?" 

I nodded my head. "Always. I hate messes, I'm kind of a clean freak." 

"I wish I was like that, I'm terribly messy." Ashton whined. 

"Well then this is never going to work." I rolled my eyes. 

"Wait.. Are you serious?" Ashton went wide eyed and I shook my head. "I thought you were for a second, phew!" 

"I have a feeling though," I took a deep breath. "Not all of your friends are going to feel so good about the idea of this." 

"What? Why not?" Ashton asked, looking slightly shocked. 

"I don't think they all like me." I sighed. 

"They like you, you're just different to them. That's all." Ashton said. "Maybe you should be yourself and tell them that roses need to be planted where there's plenty of sunlight and - "

"That's not true at all." I cut him off. "Roses need about six hours of sunlight, if they spend too much time in the sun, they'll dry out or even have their color bleached. While they may be darker in the shade, they still need to have enough sunlight to grow. Besides, where you plant it might vary on what you want. They tend to grow taller in the sun for example. They're a pain to grow though, that's why I only have one rose bush. They need a lot of water and - " I stopped when I could see the wide eyed expression on Ashton's face. "Never mind..S-Sorry." 

"Why do you know so much about flowers?" Ashton asked. 

"Because I think they look nice." I shrugged. "I don't know, it's a pastime. Besides miserable poetry, interior decorating and cooking for myself, I needed something to fill the void."

"You're so gay." Ashton shook his head slowly as he laughed. "And you didn't even know it." 

"Shut it." I huffed. 

"I think it's cute." Ashton smiled as he sat down next to me. He kissed my cheek and I could feel my face turning red as I turned to him. "Hi Lukey." He smiled. 

"Hi Ashy." I rolled my eyes. 

"You're no fun." Ashton groaned. "Just try to enjoy my company." 

"I tried it's not working." I gave a smug grin. "I am kidding though, I'm glad to have met you." Ashton's eyes grew wide. "My life has been a lot better since." 

"Good." Ashton laughed as he pulled his legs up. "So, what else do you do for fun?" 

AUTHOR'S NOTIFICATION; Ariana

AGH I DIDN'T THINK THIS WAS DONE SO I DIDN'T POST IT ON WEDNESDAY BUT THEN I LOOKED AT IT JUST NOW AND REALIZED IT WAS GRAAAAH I AM SO FRUSTRATING.

Hugs, Kisses, Cuddles and Serenades xX