Heart of a dying star // Muke

Heart of a dying star | That's how an artists mind works

And it's been a while but I still feel the same

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Ashton's legs dangled over the side of the couch, his head gently resting in the coloured haired boys lap. Ashton and Michael had only been friends for merely eight months. The two teenagers had both met in the art academy they attend. Instantly clicking over 90's television programs and preferring cold pizza over hot. "Is the guy you live with a bit crazy?" Ash questioned, his nose scrunching up in disapproval. 

"What? No, why do you think that?"

"There's writing on his walls" Ashton stated, staring up at his best friend but not receiving a glance in return.

"They're quotes" Michael replied quietly, before going back to his sketch. "He's a writer" the younger lad confirmed.

"He's crazy" The curly haired boy murmured teasingly. Michael chuckled shaking his head with a roll of his eyes.

A click of the door filled the room followed by soft padding foot steps. Ashton noticed Luke much before Michael did, Mike being to engulfed in his art piece. Luke could feel eyes staring into the back of his neck he couldn't stand the feeling, like a irritating itch he couldn't scratch. The blonde peeled the rugged coat of his body, turning on his converse to face the two boys. The older man brushed his fingertips through the tops of his slightly damp hair, thanks to the rain. "Hey" the dirty blonde smirked, sitting straight up.

Luke raised an eyebrow at his roommate before bringing his attention back to Ashton. "Hi" he replied, leaning against the wall his arms crossed over one another.

"I'm Ashton, babe" the younger boy grinned, extending his arm out.

Luke slowly nodded, "cool" the blonde replied blandly. Michael was grinning widely at the attempt of flirting from Ashton and the monotonous reply, it was entertaining. Luke dragged his feet towards the kitchen, pulling out a mug and turning the kettle on, impatiently waiting; as always.

"Holy shit, he's hot" Ashton grinned, facing his friend with wide eyes "definitely fuck-able."

"Shut up, Ash" Michael replied, shoving his best friend playfully.

"I get it now, I get why you moved here!"

"No Ashton that not why-"

"You're such a liar" the shorter boy cut him off, grinning madly. Michael rolled his eyes, a constant habit when around Ashton.

Michael trudged into the kitchen to talk to his blonde roommate only to notice Luke staring mindlessly out the window a warm tea close to his lips. Steam rising for the porcelain mug and soaking into the patchy painted walls. Michael was never surprised by Luke's expression, he was always day dreaming. Sometimes Mike wondered if the boy was even alive. "Your friend is weird" Luke muttered, not bothering to face the coloured haired artist. Michael jumped at the sudden sound, not expecting a single word to escape Luke's thin lips. "And loud."

"I know" Michael breathed out, glancing behind his shoulder to notice Ashton shooting him a thumbs up from the living room.

"And not at all obvious" Luke added his voice laced with sarcasm.

Michael laughed, biting the inner corner of his mouth, his eyes gazing upon Luke once again. The younger boy adored staring at Luke. The beverage of what he assumed to be tea covering his features. His darkened blue eyes dilated and focused on the dark, grey, building across from theirs. Soft blonde hair pressed against his forehead from the droplets of rain. Scratchy stubble unevenly grew over his pale skin. His ripped black skinny jeans hugged his thin legs perfectly and a navy blue hoodie, far to big for the blondes lanky body.

Luke could feel Michael eyes tracing him as if he were posing for a painting. He loathed the feeling of the younger talented boy practically judging him from every angle. But Michael was an artist and that's simply how his mind worked. He observed from features and physical appearance, and he created beautiful pieces out of that. Luke observed from how people acted, how they spoke, and the small things they would do every morning, till when they closed their frail eyes at night. He figured out every little aspect. Yet the fragile boy himself could never seem to get anything he discovered onto paper. It was just a mess of syllables all sprawled out in a tiny leather notebook, drowned in ink and torn pages that held nothing. 

This was just a quick filler chapter 

Also I decided to make Ashton's character a bit more louder and quirky because i feel like he'd suit being a very extroverted character. Also holy shit I can't wait to introduce Calum.

.. I wanna take the first few chapters slow and then just have a whole lot happen,, i'm very excited. Sorry if the start is bit boring, I do have more planned. 

Not edited because I'm fucking lazy 

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