Michael's Flower |M.G.C| AU

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"So he finally asked?" Ash snuggled my 12 year old teddy.

"What do you mean 'finally'? How long has he been plotting this?"

"Just two days, but he was really hopeful that you'd help." Luke answered, completing my 'basic algebra' for me, due to the distracting mishap.

"Are you kidding me? I can't touch him like that! What that is- it's strictly non-platonic-"

Ashton, like the hoe he is, (JK ily, daddy) interrupted with logic, "By involving the word 'platonic', you're involving something that he'd want- I... never mind."

"Something he'd want? If I understand that word correctly- are you trying to imply he has feelings-"

"He's never told us about having feelings, but if you involve an emotional word like that, he'd be right to think you might help someone you're close to when it comes to your past actions- he's texting me- I told him I had a shift at KFC and he's texting me. He needs help. I'll see you two, later-"

"Don't you DARE take my plushy. I will track your ex down and have her RAPE you, Ashton!"

He looked back with frightened eyes and chucked it over to me, and I caught it with joy.

"You're fucking terrifying for a small girl." Luke looked over with amusement.

"Thank you, now cuddle me. That's Michael's job, normally, but he doesn't want that." I frowned and hugged Luke's arm.

"You like him, don't you?"

"I never said that."

"Well, neither did I."

"Yes you did."

"What did I do?"

"You said that I like Michael."

"You just said that you like Michael."

"No I didn't- oh. You slut."

"No. You're a slut. For Michael."
(Lordy I can see the comments)

"Ugh, get out, Lucas."

"Well if you don't want my cuddles," he began getting up, but I clung to him like a dryer sheet to a sock.

"No, please. Mikey left because I wouldn't sleep with him, he's my best friend."

"I know, love." He sat back down, holding me back.

"All the other people at school either call me a slut, or want to get in my pants. What was the purpose in making me think he was different-"

"Parks, I don't know what to tell you, Andrew taunted him. Most guys would do similar, at least he asked rather than making moves on you-"

"Please don't defend him, Lukey." I breathed out and hugged him.

We sat in silence until he whispered into my hair, "So-"

"Yes. I do like him. Don't-"

"I won't tell him, or anybody. Promise." We linked pinkies and I fell asleep while cuddling with Luke Hemmings because why not?

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Ash's POV

"Michael fucking Clifford, why?" I opened his door and walked in, seeing a lump of covers, then hearing a groan.

"Why what?" The muffled voice sounded full of regret.

"Why did you do that to her? Now she's sad, feeling used, and home cuddling Luke."

"Cuddling him?!?" An even louder groan, "That's my job, Ash. God, I'm such a prick. A prick that misses her."

"Have you apologized?"

The covers flew up, as did he, and he started pacing, "Like she's going to care?! I asked her to have sex with me, after she asked me if any of you or my mates would try anything on her and after I said no, I go and do it? God, I'm a twat."

He fell onto the bed next to me and sighed, "I'd do anything to get her to talk to me."

Then, I had a fucking idea that I know she'd hate me for, but Mike was in deep shit, and I figured it would help.
"What about talking to her with an alias?"

"What does that mean?"

"Making a fake social media account, talking to her as a different person." I explained and his mouth formed an O.

"Could I do that?"

"Yeah but she might not want to talk to you after finding out-"

"I'm not concerned about later, I'm concerned about now." He quickly stood up and rushed over to his computer, opening Facebook, and creating a new account. I began getting anxious over the topic.

"Mike, what if she ends up even more upset?"

"There's no time to think about that!" And before I knew it, he messaged her.

(A/N; this was shitty. Sorry.)