soft spots // ot4

.9 - we'll talk later.

when luke and michael woke up the next morning, they didn't know that ashton was going to be the one waking them up.

"what the fuck?"

luke opens his eyes and looks up seeing ashtons looking down at him and he looks at himself, seeing he's spooning michael.

"babe it's not what it loo--" "then what does it look like luke!" ashton cuts him off right then and there, looking at him and luke sighs, looking back and michael sleeping.

"ashton, he had a rough night." luke looks up at ashton and moves away from michael, michael instantly frowning and curls into the blankets more.

luke gets up and walks over to ashton, his strong arms grabbing him gently and makes a almost-crying ashton look up at him.

"we didn't do anything, alright? i promise. he was just upset at his parents and he needed someone and somewhere." luke cups ashtons cheeks, wiping a tear that fell.

"no." ashton pushes luke away and shakes his head. "i don't care that he needed someone, you just needed to tell me."

"ashton, like i said, he needed someone and i didn't have the time and i was tired." luke sighs yet again, walking towards him and wraps arms around him.

"no." ashton pulls away from him again and looks at him in the eyes. "we'll talk about this later luke. i can't think correctly and i feel like you're lying." and with that, ashton turned around and started walking downstairs and out the house.

before he could, luke came running down after him and grabbed his wrist, turning him around and kisses him.

ashton sighed and responded, before realizing what he's doing and pushes away, looking at him. "what the fuck luke?!"

"i needed to do that." luke moved slightly closer to ashton and looked at him in the eyes. "what ever you think me and michael did, we probably didn't even do half of them. all we did was cuddle."

ashton nods slowly, unsure of what to do or say. so he rips his arm from lukes, looking at him again.

"like i said, we'll talk about this later." and with that, ashton left the house.

luke stayed back downstairs for a few minutes, debating on whether or not to go after ashton, go back up and sleep, or wake michael up to talk. seeing waking michael up was the best option was the best one he could do, he trudged up the stairs to go wake him up.

"michael... mikey..." luke tries to shake him up. michael basically rolls over on the bed so he's on his stomach and looking towards luke. he slowly opens his eyes, looking at luke and mumbling a "what"

"you have to get up mikey. we need to talk." luke stands up and gets on the bed, going where he was sleeping earlier and sits.

"what happened?" michael sat up almost instantly, rubbing eyes.

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after michael heard about what happened, he left to go home and insisted on walking home so luke agreed after michael saying he'll text him when he gets home.

as michaels walking home, he thinks about ashton, he thinks about how he got upset at luke and michael wants to explain himself to ashton. michael grabs his phone from his pocket, and also brings out the few single-dollar-bills he has. after he counts them, he came to a total of six.

michael decided to call ashton, seeing michael didn't have a phone where he could text. as the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

"hello?" a voice broke him from his thoughts.

"a-ashton?" michael tries to speak calmly through the phone. "can you meet me by the cafe on 74th?"

the line as quiet for a moment, and michael swore he hung up if it wasn't for the constant hum of ashtons fan in his room, where he currently is laying on the bed.

"yeah, mikey." he says quietly. "ill meet you there in a few minutes, yeah?"

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