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Luke's POV

"Ugh." I groaned and lay down on my bed.

It had been a long day of activities and I was so tired.

I watched as Ashton climbed the ladder onto the bed, his shirt riding up a bit and showing a little bit of his stomach.

I love his stomach.

I shook my head and got up quickly, taking out a shirt and sweatpants from my suitcase.

"I'm gonna shower."

"Nobody needs to know." Michael answered and I glared at him. He smirked. "Well, unless you want to invite a certain someone."

I blushed furiously and threw a pillow at him.

I missed.

I suck at aiming.

Calum laughed and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"I hate you guys." I grumbled and exited the cabin before my cheeks turned an even brighter red.

I showered quickly and headed back to the cabin since it was getting late.

I opened the door and saw Michael and Calum playing a card game, Jackson was nowhere to be seen and Anthony was talking to Ashton.

Ashton was giggling at whatever Anthony was saying and I felt a pang of jealousy in my stomach.

I sighed internally. He can like whoever he wants to like.

Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!

I shook my head at my weird thoughts and went over to the bed.

Ashton looked at me and his cheeks blushed pink. I bit my lip.

Why did he have to be absolutely adorable?

"Hi, Lukey." He greeted in a small voice.

"H-hey." Really Luke!? Stop stuttering.

When I realized that I was staring at him for too long, my cheeks heated up and I quickly got on my bed to avoid eye contact.

I really just want to tell him how I feel about him but I was so afraid of rejection. He wouldn't want to be my friend anymore because he'll feel weird around me.

I sighed.

Ashton leaned over the railing and peered at me through beautiful hazel eyes.

"Are you okay, Lukey?" He asked cutely.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I answered, mentally applauding for myself since I didn't stutter. "How are you?"

His cheeks tinted pink. "I'm good." He almost whispered. "Goodnight, Lukey." He said softly and went back to his own bed.

"Goodnight, Ash."

If only I could hear him say those words while he cuddled into me and I had my arms around him.


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