Hazel Eyes | Lashton

Chapter Six

"We'll make our agreements about when to meet and I'll leave you in the doorway. The cold evening aches as it leves in its wake all the memories left by the day." -Haunt (Bastille)

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Luke wasn't very fond of interacting with people. Sure, he was perfectly okay with capturing them through the lens, but when it came to talking and interacting, he was shit.

This is how he found himself in the little bakery, music playing as he people watched. He noticed the couple in the corner once more, but today they were deep in conversation. The Hispanic looking one was staring with a passion that was so strong at the pale man that Luke felt like he was intruding when he was watching them. Once he looked away he was filled with the strong longing of a love like theirs. There wasn't anyone else in the shop -- the only noise coming from the person moving in the back, quiet music, and couple in the corner.

Suddenly, someone came out from the back carrying a tray of macaroons. Everything seemed to stop. Luke's breath caught in his throat and he gripped the table in excitement and disbelief.

It was him. The boy Luke had been looking for. He was here.

Oh shit, oh shit, what do I do he's right there what do I say?

He had light lavender flowers in his hair which should've made him look ridiculous, but make him more beautiful. A cream colored jumper and black skinny jeans were covering the rest of him. He was better than Luke had remembered him, and the blurry picture did no justice to the boy before him. At all.

As the quite couple left- faces pink and hands intertwined- an elderly man walking in, giving them a disgusted look. At this time Luke was pausing his music and taking out his headphones.

"One moment, please." The boy said to the man as he started to place the treat in the display case. He had an extremely thick accent with a soothing voice to go with it.

"What are you doing with flowers in your hair? Are some kind of tree-hugging freak? Where's the owner? I don't understand how she would allow you to look like that." The man sneered looking at him with distaste.

"It's just me today, sir." He looks down at the mans words and wrings his hands together. He quickly places the macaroons in the display case. "What'll it be for you?"

"I'll have two of those cupcakes." He points in the case and throws a bill on the counter.

His eyes grow and his hands shake slightly as he grabs the mans' order. The boy quietly rings him up and places the two desserts in a box. He, Luke decides, does not like the mean man.

"Can you hurry? I'm as late as it is without some queer screwing up my cakes." The mans hateful language seemed to have little to no effect on the boy as he quietly handed him the light blue box with a smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes. Luke clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on the table in anger this time. Who did this guy think he was?

"Have a good day." Luke's hidden from view of the other two from his table. If he wasn't, he'd march up to the man and knock him off the horse he was on. Figuratively speaking of course.

The man grunts in distaste as the boy drops his change in one hand and hands him his box with the other. When he'd almost reached the door, he'd turned around with a pink-flowered cupcake in hand, and threw it at the boy.

"Stupid fucking faggot. That's for making me wait." He left the shop with the door slamming behind him as the bells rang loudly with his departure. Luke clambered out of his "hiding spot" and rushed over to the boy.

"Are you okay?" He let out a little squeak and looked at Luke. The cupcake had hit him square on the nose. The boy grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped furiously at his face.

"Uhm, yeah. It's just a little icing. No biggie." His cheeks were pink -- from the icing or general embarrassment, Luke doesn't know.

Luke glances at the door. "Why didn't you do something about the way he was treating you?"

"It's just not in my nature. He didn't hurt me physically, I mean, all of what he said was true." His cheeks turn even pinker -- it's a blush, Luke can tell this time -- and oh. He's just admitted to being gay.

Luke shakes his head at him. "I'm pretty sure you're not stupid. Although, I'd have to get to know you better to make sure. You know, for science."

"Oh really? Well, guy-with-the-tattoos, I just might take you up on that."

"Luke." He smiles and feels his cheeks warm slightly.

"Well, Luke, I'm Ashton."

Ashton and Luke stand there with blushes on their faces. It's perfect and not the way they expected to stumbled into each other's lives.

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that was long overdue
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