For a Good Time, Call | Mashton/Malum ( #Wattys2017 )

[17] Weeping Angel

Dedicated to: @wastethelashton because your username is amaze balls :D

"Um, hi, Michael," Ashton stammered, looking anywhere but in Michael's eyes.

"W-what are you doing here?" Michael asked, trying to make out whether or not it was a dream. "I thought you didn't want to talk to me ever again."

Ashton's eyes fell to the ground. "I know I said that I didn't, but I needed somewhere to go and someone to talk to and you were the first person that I thought of."

Michael didn't know what to say. Part of him wanted to be a jackass and just lock him out in the hallway because of the other day's incident, but the other part of him - the majority of him - wasn't going to let the poor guy rot outside. He moved out of the way and opened the door wider so his crush could walk through the doors. 

Ashton didn't say anything as he slowly walked in, stopping when he got to a certain point because he was unsure of where Michael was going to be. Michael locked the door and looked at the hazel eyed man that stood before him.

"You can have a seat at the table. I was just going to make some mac n'cheese," Michael told him timidly. "Want something to drink?" 

"No, I'm fine."

The boy walked over and took a seat next to where Michael's open laptop was. He panicked about the dating website still being open, but remembered that he had exited out after that douche bag had insulted him. That also made him think about Ashton and how he might have thought the same things as the majority of the men on those websites had. There was a sharp pain in his chest and he looked out to where Ashton was looking around the apartment nervously, as if he had never been there before. 

Michael looked away as he got out the items he needed in order to make the pasta. As he poured the noodles into the pot, he contemplated calling Luke. He wasn't sure if he should even have let the guy in considering how they had left things. Michael didn't know how he could, but he didn't want to risk the man's job. According to all of the things that Ashton had told him, his job was the only thing that he really had and Michael didn't want to be the cause of him getting fired. 

While he waited for the noodles to heat, he grabbed his phone from the counter. He quickly dialed Luke's number and waited impatiently while the dial tone filled his ear drums. Considering that Michael had kicked Luke out that morning, he didn't expect an answer, but was slightly surprised when he did.

"So now you miss me and wish that you didn't kick me out this morning?" Luke's sarcasm rang through the handheld device.

"Listen, I'm sorry about that. I need your help," Michael whispered quickly.

"Of course you do. What else would you need me for?" 

Michael's eyes rolled by instinct. "Luke, I'm serious. I don't know what to do and you're the only person I can think of that would."

"Fine. What do you want?" he huffed, trying to make it seem as though he was irritated with Michael.

"Ashton is here and I don't know what to do," Michael told him, making sure his voice was hushed enough so Ashton wouldn't hear him.

"Well, you talk to him and treat him like a normal visitor? Have you never had company before?" Luke sassed. 

"He just showed up at my door. He looks kind of sad? I don't know what I should do," Michael continued.

"Why did you even call me on this? Just treat him normally. Treat him as a normal guest and if he tells you why he's there, then he does. Don't pressure him or anything. You know what to do," Luke told him, sounding both annoyed and encouraging.