A/N: warning! there's a small timeskip :)
ashton blinks, staring hard down at his shoes as he shifts from foot to foot.
he breathes in sharply once he feels a hand on his wrist, jumping and flinching away immediately while still managing to focus his eyes on the floor.
a soft voice rings in his ears and creates a pleasant tone.
"ashton,"
the person is trying to get him to look up, but he doesn't comply and proceeds to stare at his white Mary Jane's.
"ashton," the person says again.
this time, he's got his fingers on ashton's chin and he forces him to look up gently.
ashton's breath hitches and he jumps away, staring at the person with absolute terror as he backs up.
he was still as beautiful as always.
he still looked exceptional, even with tired bags under his eyes and his hair looking like a mess. ashton still fell for him like he always did when they were younger and he would smile.
even though he shouldn't.
"what do you want, calum?"
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