Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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"Michael, if that is your bike in the driveway you need to get it out of the way and put my car in the garage!"

I put down the cookie cutter and headed for the living room.

"You gonna drive it?" Luke asked, coming up behind me and sticking his hands in his pockets.

"No." I mumbled, picking up his keys off the coffee table.

Luke laughed at me and wrapped his arm around my waist. We went into the hallway and Luke opened his mouth. Why did he have to open his mouth!?

"Sorry sir. That's my bike." Luke stated.

Dad looked at him before grunting and handing me the keys to his car. I pulled Luke through the front door and down the steps.

"Please be good." I whined.

"Me? What did I do?" Luke asked.

"be...you." I stated.

"Hey." Luke complained.

"I'm sorry." I sighed, "Its just my Dad...he's the tough guy in my life and you come in and he's just, not going to like that."

"hey, hey." Luke said softly, grabbing my hand, "Don't get upset."

"Sorry." I mumbled.

He squeezed my hand and I gave his hand a squeeze back.

"Just...be nice alright. And don't try yo have sex with me the whole night." I scolded.

"Then what am I going to do?" He whined like a toddler.

I giggled, "Be a good boy."

"No, no." He tsked, "That's what you do. I'm the bad boy."

"Yeah, yeah Mr. BadBoy. Move your shiny bike." I said rolling my eyes at him and tossing him the keys.

Luke got on his bike and tossed me my helmet, then his. Before I could tell him to put the helmet on, he had the motorcycle going and out of the way.

"Hurry up and put the car in. We're going to take a ride around the block." Luke shouted over the noise of his engine.

I did as told before joining Luke on his motorcycle. We both put on our helmets and Luke drove down down to the corner.

"Go faster." I requested, holding onto Luke's black shirt.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah." I sighed, resting my head against his back.

I felt the bike jet forward, going faster, but I just closed my eyes and smiled.

|Luke|

Michael tripped over the small push bike that was leaning against his mailbox, making my hands fly out and grip his hips.

"Who's bike is this?" Michael groaned, grabbing his bleeding shin.

"Well, maybe we should ask the two boys on your porch." I said, pointing to the two boys on the porch swing.

We climbed up the cement stairs, going to our two friends.

"I don't think your dad particularly likes us." Calum sighed.

Michael huffed and sat down next to him, "Get used to it cuz he's not going to warm up to you guys anytime soon."

"No offense, but why's he so uptight?" Ashton asked.

"I think its the whole son thing. All dad's want boys so they can play baseball and crap but here I am, sitting in a skirt and wearing perfume." Michael sighed, "The protective level just goes way up I guess."

"well, we both don't have dads. I don't think you one that...but anyways personally, my mom is protective but once my mum had to come in for a conference or something." Calum explained, "we walked down the hall and everyone got all scared and moved out of the way and since then, she's way cooler."

Michael giggled and looked at me. I've had plenty 'hallway walkways' and he's aware of that.

"When did my mum back off?" Ashton murmured, "I think I was when I started beating up that guy you kept calling you names? Was that it?"

"No. It was when I came over and your mum was watching the news in which they showed you beating you a guy who called me names." Calum corrected.

"Same difference." Ash shrugged before slinging his arm over Calum's shoulders.

After a bit of silence, Michael spoke up, "Did you both ride the bicycle over here?"

"Yeah, Cal was on the handle bars."

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Weird ending BUT!!!!

ITS MY DADDY'S BIRTHDAY
Happy Birthday Ashton
You're 22 now!! IM FEELING 22!!!
ALL THE MASHTON/LASHTON/CASHTON SEX TO YOU ASH!

~Cookie Xx