1:35 am ✧ Lashton

Books

Song:
Skinny love - Birdy
Not about Angels -Birdy

Saturday April 16th

Luke's pov

Every night Ashton and I met on our ledges and ended up laying in each other's rooms, fiddling with each other's fingers and attempting to braid each other's hair. Ashton's being easier to twist than mine, for obvious reasons.

When we were in his room, we would watch Netflix on his laptop or play with the fish in the tank in the corner of his room.

Ashton's room was vibrant, much like himself. The walls were a light blue and were covered in posters, some being bands and artists that I enjoyed myself.

I would sleep in his room almost every morning after 1:35 when we would meet. I ran to my room during the day hours to do my school work that I was taught by my mother every afternoon.

Ashton was so intelligent and I wasn't sure how, seeing he was homeschooled and did most of his work on the computer. If at first you talked to Ashton, you would think he went to Harvard and did his studies with the greatest professors ever born.

But he sat at home all day long until his parents called him to take his medication, which I could hear from my own room. Such a loud family.

I was currently laying on Ashton's bed with my eyes fixed on the small plastic stars that were stuck to the ceiling by tape. Although he was intelligent, he still had so much life and a childlike spirit.

Ashton was sitting at the foot of the bed with my foot raised onto his lap, playing with my shoe strings.

"Ash" I rested my weight on my elbows.
"Yes, Lukey?" He raised his eyebrow, not raising his head. He was focused so strongly on my shoes.

"Read to me" I sighed. I positively absolutely adored when Ashton would read to me. Words would flow off his tongue and I felt like every word that was ever spoken to me, meant nothing, as if Ashton was teaching me. He grinned widely and tilted his head "Of course".

He reached for a book that was on the window sill right next to the bed which was pressed against the wall and dragged his fingertip across each hard covered book until he hesitated for a few moments, almost as if he was contemplating if it was a good idea. He let his finger pull downwards on the litterateur and caught it in his hand.

I raised up and pushed myself against the headboard. Ashton looked down at his vacant lap with a dejected pout.

I patted the spot next to me, indicating for Ashton to join me. "I'll sit by you if you promise not to use me as a pillow again. Every time I read to you, you suffocate me with your extreme weight." He said with a sarcastic scoff.

I pouted. "The last time I went to the doctor, I was told I was an un-healthy 110 pounds." I said with an almost proud smile.

"Wow. A whole 110 pounds? What a body builder." Ashton grinned. "Shut up, read to me." I threw a pillow at the curly boy.

Ashton settled beside me and
"You know, you're getting pretty skinny too. You used to be fucking ripped." I said putting emphasis on 'fucking' and 'ripped'.

Ashton closed his book. "You want to see something cool?" He asked with a solemn smile. I nodded, bubbling with confusion and excitement at the sudden change in atmosphere.

Ashton gently swung his legs over the side of the bed and waited a moment before standing up. He huddled to his desk and grabbed a box from the cluttered shelf.