sorry not sorry ; muke af

four

ashton irwin almost laughed when he saw his colleague, luke hemmings, walked into the office with a salmon pink polo shirt.

"dude, what's up with the pink?" asked ashton, confused.

luke hemmings hated when someone talk to him at eight thirty in the morning. he always hated it when someone talk to him, to be honest. "forgot to do laundry last night."

okay, so you see, ashton fletcher irwin had a gift called i know when someone's lying detector. he knew this blondie, luke, was lying.

"bitch, you lied." ashton said, sassily crossing his arms over his chest.

luke hemmings sighed, "partially." his thoughts went back to the mesmerizing red haired guy he banged last night. well, more like michael banged him but he still technically topped.

and, oh speaking of michael, luke texted him on the way to work. did you know what michael said? he didn't recall.

i guess, luke was supposed to be hurt? devastated? but luke hemmings understood why michael clifford said he didn't recall. i mean, luke was a hundred percent sure michael didn't know his name, though.

plus, he had a bulky tan boyfriend. luke was like a bacteria compared to him.

"partially?" ashton's voice snapped luke back into the shitty reality.

luke hemmings sighed, "yeah, i did forget to do the laundry because someone ride me up all night."

this time, ashton irwin laughed. you know that kind of laugh when no voice come out, but the tears in your eyes couldn't resist to get out? yep, that's what ashton did.

"ri-ride you up all night? what like, on a road trip or something?" ashton practically chocked on the air, then laughed again.

luke sighed,

deeply.

no one's gonna believe that he just lost his virginity to a mesmerizing, obviously fake red haired guy he just met at the club.

but ashton's laugh suddenly died down, making luke turned his head to his colleague. "what?"

ashton irwin whispered, "you're not lying."

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(a/n) poor lil cinamon roll :-(

-bia