Heart of Gold // Lashton

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ღ Ashton ღ

"Ashton!" Someone said cheerily as they entered the hospital room.

"Michael!" Ashton cheered. He was grinning widely at his best friend that entered the room with a skip in his step. "What got you in a good mood?"

"I heard something from nurse Bethany." Michael stood next to the bed, his hands locked behind his back and rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Well, I wonder what that is," Ashton said with fake seriousness. Trying to keep his laughter in before bursting out into giggles.

"I think it was something with 'cured' and 'able to go home soon'," Michael said, pretending to think and tapping his chin.

Ashton simply smiled widely, nodding rapidly at his friend. Michael squealed (in a very manly way of course), before attacking his friend with a hug. "I'm so happy!"

"Me too," the beanie-clad boy mumbled, hiding his face in the other's neck, still smiling widely.

"We can finally have movie nights again and -- and, well, anything really." Michael scrunched his nose up as he couldn't think of anything else, before shrugging and smiling widely again.

"Yes, but we do have to take it slow." Ashton said, laughing a little. His best friend's excitement was just adorable, he thought.

"I know, I know. Don't worry. I'll be too busy asking you if everything's fine anyway." Michael sheepishly, yet honestly, admitted. Ashton smiled and shrugged. "I guessed."

"Anyway. Anything interesting happened? Some new hot nurses or something? Anything?" Michael grinned at his friend as he sat down on the chair that stood besides the bed.

"No... Well, actually... Nah, never mind." Ashton slowly and unsurely spoke, eventually waving it off as he shook his head.

"Tell! You can't start something and not finish it," Michael pouted a little, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"Okay. It will probably sound really weird, but like, I took a nap after you went home and I had a dream. And there was this guy, looking really punk with tattoos and piercings and all and just -- well, my dream was just really realistic and I somehow could control myself really well and it was really weird." Ashton stopped talking for a moment to breathe and to see if Michael was following. "And then that night, somewhere after dinner, I fell asleep again and I had another dream like that and he was there again."

"Wow. And does this punk guy have a name?" Michael had his eyebrows raised, finding it a little hard to believe it, but at the same time even a bit believable.

"He calls himself Lucas. I'm not sure if that's his real name, but that's what he said so I'll go with it." Ashton shrugged. He respected the boy's wishes by calling him Lucas and not questioning why it seemed like he was lying about his name.

"Hm. Interesting." Michael pretended to stroke his non-existent beard, making Ashton giggle. "Stop that."

"What, you don't like my beard?" Michael faked hurt, smiling as Ashton pouted at him. "Okay, okay. I'll stop being an idiot."

"Never." Ashton shot back, tapping the galaxy haired boy's nose. "Stay you. Even if that makes you an idiot."

Michael gasped, slapping his friend softly, before joining in on the giggles and laughing. He missed this, even if Ashton always had been in a happy mood. It was him who hadn't been able to smile much. After all, who can when their friend is seriously ill and might not recover?

"So. Lucas. Is he hot?"

"Michael!" This time Ashton slapped the other boy, looking at him with slightly widened eyes.

"I can't say he's not." Ashton bit his lower lip, shrugging a little. Michael grinned. "Maybe I should do some research on this Lucas. Tattoos and piercings you said?"

"He's blonde," Ashton added, making Michael nod and then wink at him. "I'll keep an eye out."

Ashton rolled his eyes at his friend. "I saw him in my dreams. Doesn't mean he really exists, Mikey."

"I know. But maybe he does. And you deserve the man of your dreams," Michael said, winking again to play it off as jokingly, but meaning every word.

"Thank you. But so do you, even if he might not exist, you deserve someone that's as close as possible."

"Yeah, I don't think a tough-looking yet sweet and caring cutie exists." Michael said, not sure if that really was what he wanted, but so far he had had crushes on guys like that. And he also liked girls that were more confident and all, which mostly led to guys, because guys were just more like that than girls. At least, the girls and guys he had met.

"Who knows," Ashton smiled at his friend, reaching out to pat the boy's shoulder.

"Thanks. For now, I'll just keep an eye out for your dream-guy." Michael chuckled taking Ashton's hand and entwining their fingers. The older boy hummed.

"Sweet of you," he mumbled, smiling somewhat tiredly. It was funny because he had actually had a good sleep, but he was still tired. Maybe a nap would help him though. As if Michael read his mind, he proposed, "you wanna nap?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

"Of course not! Go lie down," Michael let go of his friend's hand (making said boy pout) and waved his hands for Ashton to lie down. He did so, letting Michael move him a bit so there was enough space for another person.

Michael carefully climbed in the hospital bed, smiling. They both knew it wasn't allowed, but they also both knew Ashton's nurse wouldn't tell on them or anything. "Go and sleep, Ashy."

"Thanks," the beanie-clad boy spoke softly, smiling as he nuzzled his face in Michael's neck, slowly drifting off.