the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 24

Ello! So this is chapter 24! I hope you like it x

~Julesy (: xx

[Ashton's P.O.V.]

I began pacing around the room about two hours ago, impatiently waiting for Calum, and Michael, to return home. And of course, I hope Luke would be with them somehow.

But, unfortunately, they're still not here. Where could they all be? What's happening? This is all very strange. I should go figure out where they all went, but what if they come back? I sigh and plop down on the bed nearest me, putting my head in my hands. This is all my fault. If I didn't attempt to kiss Michael the first time, Luke wouldn't have ran off. If I didn't try to kiss Michael again, he wouldn't have ran off. Gosh, Ashton, you're such a screw up.

I stand up from the bed and leave the house, in search of my 3 best friends. I walk down countless streets and parks, but I still can't find any of the guys.

"Ugh, where the fuck could they be?!?!" I squint my eyes when I see a rather tall boy with black hair, who looks awfully familiar. Wait, of course he looks familiar, it's Calum!

"Calum!" I shout, running towards the boy, hoping it is Calum and not some stranger who happens to look like him.

He turns around, startled, but then relaxes when he realises that it's just me. "Hey, Ashton, have you seen Michael?" He asks, dumbfounded.

"Oh, let's see..... obviously not! That's why he's not by my side or yours right now." I say. He rolls his eyes.

"Whatever." He stalks off and sits a bench in the far side of a park, which I didn't even notice that I was in until now. I take a seat beside him.

"Are you going to keep looking or not?"

"I don't know, Ash, I don't know where he could've possibly gone."

"Hey...." I say, peering at a small object on the ground below the bench, "What's that by your feet?" I ask, pointing to the object. He shrugs, bends over, and picks it up. He turns it over in his hands a couple of times until he figures out what it is.

"Oh, it's a credit card." He says. I snatch it from his hands and have a look at it.

"Um......" I say, trailing off.

"Um, what?"

"It says..... Michael.. Clifford."

"Whoa, don't fuck with me." He rips it out my hands and looks at it.

"Shit." He whispers. He shoves it in his back pocket and chews the inside of his cheek.

"Relax.... it doesn't mean anything." I lie, feeling nauseous.

"Sure it does." He says, cursing under his breath.

"Now he's gone too....." He mumbles,

standing up and kicking a can into the middle of the road.

"He could've just dropped it."

"Yeah, sure, he'd just drop his credit card with a ton of money on it, and not notice. Sure." He sits down on a curb and fiddles with his fingers.

"Shut up." I say, slapping him in the shoulder.

"What did you do that for?" He croaks, pushing my hand away.

"Because you're being ridiculous. We'll find both of 'em. Trust me." I force a smile and he just shakes his head.

"Instead of moping around, let's go find him?" I suggest, lending him a hand. He takes my hand and I pull him up off the sidewalk.