YOU~Lashton~

Chapter 4

Yeah I felt bad. I'm really sorry! Oh and this chapter is dedicated to Mashton5sos. Why? I dunno, I felt like it. Haha. Anywhooooo.......... Let's get this chapter started, shall we?

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Luke:

"Oh..........." I stated dumbfounded.

"What are you doing here, hunny? Aren't you the one that brought Ashton home last week? I'm really sorry for not asking who you are then, I just felt, you know,  panic-y and stuff, because who wouldn't panic if they saw their son asleep in some random stranger's arms? But I did introduce myself didn't I, Oh the disadvantages of being old, Oh I'm sorry. I'm rambling aren't I? Why don't you come in." she opened the door further and gestured for me to come in.

I stood frozen there for a second my mouth wide agape. How could she say so many words in thirty seconds?

Maybe the same way you 'acidentally' bring your stuffed penguin with you on your camps? Speaking of that toy, where is it? I haven't seen it since August.

Yeah, me too. I'm quite worried actual-WAIT! Stop changing the topic!

I mentally groaned as I was snapped out of my trance by Anne, herself.

" Is there something wrong...Uhh... what's your name again?" She asked.

" Oh sorry for being rude, maam," I said giving her the most charming smile I could muster in the state I am right now.

"My name is Lucas, Lucas Hemmings. But you can call me Luke." I said offering a hand.

" And I'm Anne," She said taking my hand and shaking it, gently. "But I believe you already know that."

"Would you like to come in?" she asked.

I smiled genuinely and said 'yes'. She opened the door widely and gestured for me to come in, again. I stood near the door taking in the image of cozy little home that belonged to my mo- I mean his mother.

Speaking of him. What was his name again? I was pretty sure she said something along the lines of Armando or something earlier.

"Uhm.... Maam, can I ask you something?" I asked nervously while sitting on the couch she told me to sit on earlier.

"You already did, Hun." she chuckled. " And please, call me Anne."

"Uh...what was your son's name again?" I asked, blushing.

"Oh no need to be shy, you know," she chuckled. " His name is Ashton."

"Oh....." I nodded. Well, so much for Armando.

" Do you want a drink or something?" she asked.

" Thank you, but no thank you ma- Anne. I better get going." I answered while standing up. I already fullfilled my task, why should I stay longer?

"Oh... ok then," she smiled warmly as she guided me out of the house. As I was about to leave, I remembered something.

" Oh and Anne," I called to her.

She turned around and gave me look signaling for me to continue.

" Could I... uh...maybe come visit Ashton sometimes?" I asked, blushing while scratching the back of my neck sheepishly.

She chuckled. Wow, she sure does like chuckling. " Ofcourse, hun. Treat our house like yours."

I smiled widely and muttered a bunch of ' thank you's. On the way home, I couldn't stop grinning while thinking about the memory.

My future mothe- I mean Anne likes me, and I'll be able to see Ashton again. What an awesome day.

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Sorry kinda rushed but I did my best. I felt guilty okay! Dont judge me! And come on! I really, really, really, really, really need your opinion about Malum. Please........ I won't update until I see your opinions....well, I'll try not to. Anyway, vote, comment, and follow...I feel really down right now. I feel really useless. This story is worthless and so am I. Ugh...I comforted Paige but I can't comfort myself. I feel pathetic. I'm sorry for not pleasing you dear readers. Thank you for stopping by and reading this stupid fic. Don't worry I'll still continue this story. I must go now. Bye.