as luke was in the shower after boxing, he was thinking about texting ashton. he wants to, but he doesnt. ashton constantly gets on the boys nerves to the point where he does want to best the shit out of him. but, by what ryan has told him, he seems like a really nice guy, under that tough layer.
when luke got out, he slipped into sweats and a loose tee, leaving the ring. as he was walking to his car, he bumped into someone, making him scream and drop his bag, "what the fuck!"
"i-im sorry im just-just walking home a-and--" the small boy he ran into stopped talking, looking up at lukes tall figure. "luke?"
luke glances down at the boy, only realizing its calum. luke sighed and swings his bag over his shoulder. "oh, hey cal." he looks at him, to realize hes in a baggy sweatshirt and black jeans. "are you in michaels sweatshirt?" luke asked, wiggling his eyebrows and walks to his car, putting the bag into the backseat.
"yeah." the raven haired boy replied with a slight shiver, it being march and the snow is just starting to melt. luke noticed this, and asked him if he needed a ride home.
calum agreed and slipped into the passengers seat, luke turning the heat on. "where do you live, cal?"
"over by the weird church on forest home." the boy replied, adjusting the heat so its on him. "can we turn on the radio?"
"yeah, after we leave the parking lot." luke turned out of the parking lot a minute later, switching on the cd that was in. the chorus of teenagers by my chemical romance started going through the speakers. calum giggled at his music choice and quietly sang along.
as luke pulled up to the house, calum didnt want to leave. he wanted to have company, specifically lukes company. hes honestly surprised how the boy can actually by around people.
hes a fun guy. calum thought as he slipped into his house, luke driving away.
luke walked into his house, throwing his bag onto the couch. he walked downstairs into his basement, where his room was.
he collapsed onto his bed, taking out his phone. he went through his messages, replying to people from school and other people he met while boxing. luke grabbed the slip of paper from his pocket with ashtons number on it. finally deciding to text him.
luke💅🏼: hey its luke
ashton🙄: heeeyyyy lyke uou avtuallyb textef ne!!
luke💅🏼: ashton, where are you?
ashton🙄: im ay himr with my fruenf! hete jigh!
luke💅🏼: ashton, please go to bed.
ashton🙄: oaky likey, jusr fot uou😋😚😚😘😍
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Fanfictionjust a boxer protecting his babyboy, his kitten, and his princess, even though his princess doesn't want to be called princess. ©alyssa (fr0ggyl00ps) SHORTSTORY
