Dollhouse//Lashton

1.7

Luke's POV
Shit.
Ashton's here.
I didn't want to see him.
That's the whole reason I've been drinking.
Because he hates me.
"Like what are you doing?!" Ashton said rushing over to me.
He had a tone of worry in his voice but I knew that he was concerned for all of his moms liquor I just drank.
Not me.
"Oh shut the fuck up you little rich brat." I slurred out.
"Luke what's wrong?" He asked sincerely.
Lies.
He doesn't care.
"Don't act like you care about me!" I yelled stumbling up.
"Luke of course I care about you! What are you talking about?"
"You're only talking to me because I'm drunk!" I slurred out.
I almost lost my balance and fell over but the table saved me.
Ashton looked speechless.
"SEE! You're only talking to me because I'm drunk! You wouldn't be talking to me if I was sober, because you're a bitch. A heartless rich snob." I slurred in between hiccups.
"Luke-"
"I love you ya know?! I've loved you forever and I don't know why I still do because you treat me like shit!" I yelled and then stormed off.
Drunk words are sober thoughts...
(A/n was this awful? I feel like it was horrible. Please let me know what you thought of it.)