❥Fourteen❥
Ashton pouted out his lips slightly as he attempted to cover a blooming redness. The boy's mouth was kiss-bitten from Calum, Luke, and Michael, who'd spent a large portion of the morning alternating as they kissed him and one another.
"Are you sure we can't kiss you around them?" Calum whined dramatically as he watched Ashton apply lip balm to his already soft lips. It was family day, meaning most students' parents and siblings were coming to visit. Classes were cancelled, and Ashton, Michael, Luke, and Calum planned to spend the day together with their families.
"Not in front of my mum and Harry and Lauren," Ashton replied, giggling at the dramatic sighs and pouts and whines that followed. The ballerina stood, straightening and smoothing his clothes. He wore white skinny jeans under an oversized sweater. The cream-coloured sleeves hung past his fingers and the fabric ended at his upper thigh. Ashton's hair was still braided with grass, and he wore a flower crown made of real daisies. "I don't want them to meet you as my..." Ashton struggled to find the right word. "I don't know, people who I'd kiss. Not yet." A bright pink blush bloomed across his sun-kissed cheeks.
Luke's phone suddenly released a violent scream. "LUKE!" it screeched. He checked the screen with a mix of a chuckle and smile.
"My mum texted," the artist said, fluffing his quiff absentmindedly. "My family's outside," he continued, stretching and wincing when his back cracked. Ashton traced a finger down the taller boy's spine without thinking about it, and Luke responded with a happy shiver. He tugged Ashton closer, kissing his temple.
Calum interrupted them by slinging his arms around the two boys' necks, laughing cheekily as he dragged them towards the door. Michael grabbed Ashton's hand as they walked, with Luke holding the other. It was an amusing sight, three lanky boys in all black cuddled around a shorter boy in light colours with flowers in his hair. Ashton didn't let it last for long, though. As soon as the prodigies got close to the parking lot where Luke's family was waiting, the ballerina slipped out from under the blanket of arms that surrounded him. He pecked each boy quickly and with a small smile, before continuing onward. Luke, Michael, and Calum followed him like lovesick puppies.
They were so intently focused on the way Ashton's jeans clung to his gorgeous thighs and the way the ballerina walked, with flat-footed steps and swaying hips, that Luke almost didn't notice his family. They were all waiting on the lawn next to the main parking lot, and the Australian sun reflecting off of their light hair. Jack and Ben, Luke's brothers, were just as ridiculously tall as Luke with the same blonde hair. Liz and Andrew had smile lines and greying hair, and they were both shorter than their children.
"Hey, loser!" Ben called, chuckling and smiling as Luke looked up with a bright grin. The lanky artist jogged over, hugging his mum and shaking his dad's hand, before playfully punching Ben's shoulder and doing the bro-handshake-hug thing with Jack.
"Who's this?" Liz asked, gesturing at Ashton. She looked at the ballerina with a cheery smile, which he easily returned.
"Ashton Irwin," Luke said, resisting the urge to wrap his arm around the older boy. "Ash, this is my mum, dad, and Jack and Ben, my brothers." Ashton nodded, having seen pictures of Luke's family before. The conversation continued fluidly from there, with the Hemmings' catching up with their son and his boyfriends and sort of boyfriend.
"Michael Clifford, you have to stop dyeing your hair," Liz scolded. The tech-smart boy had recently coloured his hair again, changing it to a bright green. "You'll be bald before you're twenty-five!" Having known Calum and Michael for so long, they were like honorary members of the Hemmings family.
"I do what I want, I'm punk rock," Michael replied, just as a new car squealed into the lot. Calum recognised it instantly.
"Fuck yeah," he said, the curse slipping out unintentionally. Calum jogged to meet his mum and sister before Liz could chastise him. Soon after, Michael's parents arrived. The three families and Ashton stood chatting, waiting for the Irwins.
"My mum might've forgot," Ashton eventually said, glancing around at the many cars, none of which belonged to Anne Marie. Though he did his best to keep it hidden, the ballerina's best friends could easily see his disappointment. They knew of his family situation, with no father and a mother who was struggling because of it. "You guys go ahead," Ashton offered, forcing an easy smile. "I'll be alright."
Calum, Luke, and Michael immediately protested. "She'll be here," Calum insisted, looking out at the street. As if his words had been heard by some almighty power, a beat up car swerved into the lot. Through the backseat windows, Ashton saw his siblings' grinning faces. Eleven-year-old Lauren and nine-year-old Harry jumped out of their mum's clunky car and sprinted towards Ashton as soon as Anne Marie parked.
"Hey, guys." Sunlight seemed to radiate from Ashton's smile as Harry jumped and forced the ballerina to catch him whilst Lauren flung her arms around his waist. "I missed you," he said, ruffling Harry's head of blonde curls. He crouched to put the boy down and properly hugged his sister. "Are you two taking care of each other?"
"I learned how to make waffles!" Lauren said proudly. Harry nodded, rubbing his stomach to illustrate just how much he enjoyed his sister's newfound skill.
"What else do you eat? Not just waffles, I hope," Ashton said teasingly, lightly pinching Harry's stomach. The younger Irwin giggled happily as he batted his brother's large hand away.
"Mum makes food sometimes," Lauren said happily. "It's not as good as yours, though."
Glancing over to where Anne Marie was still struggling with the dented car door, Harry cupped a hand around his mouth and whispered, "She burns things a lot." Ashton chuckled fondly at the boy's dramatics and secrecy. The ballerina's eyes twinkled. What no one else saw was that the shine came from more than just the joy of seeing his family. It sourced from the knowledge that his family was okay without him there. The fact that, though it'd taken many years, Anne Marie was ready and willing to be the parent.
a/n ...that was really not good but on a different note, i went a shopping and a hot guy waved and smiled at me so there's that
also sorry for delayed updates or if the indents and stuff are fucked, all my tech broke so im stuck on my phone sorry sorry
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