"Sure you don't want to come with us?" Luke asked with a friendly look on his face. Ashton just nodded, smiling weakly at him.
"I just don't really feel like partying," he replied. Luke nodded, and Ashton continued. "I'm way to tired, I don't think I've slept a good 24 hours on a long time actually!" he laughed. Luke nodded once again, and started to tie his shoes.
"Well, we'll probably be at that club downtown, if you change your mind you can just call. I'm going to meet Mikey and Calum there." He explained. Ashton sighed, lying down on the couch. He had lived with Luke for what, the past nine months? Before he had a own apartment, but since he already was almost all the time at Luke's and he even had a own toothbrush here, the two boys decided that it would be just as good for him to move in.
"Don't stay up and wait!" was Luke's last words before shutting the door behind him. Ashton listened to the silence, and turned in the couch. He usually loved the silence that exsisted when he was alone, he felt some feeling of peace and safety when it was quiet. The boys were going out to party tonight, celebrating that their trip to the five europian countries was over and they were back in Australian. Ashton didn't feel like it, so he decided to stay home.
He lied in the couch for about ten minutes, before he got up, only to go on a trip to the freezer and taking out some ice cream, and then sat back in the couch that was overfilled with all kinds of blankets and pillows he could find. He cuzzled up and smiled when he got into possibly the most comfortable position he had been in his whole life. He reached to the remote to turn on the tv, when he relised.
"Fuck!" he cussed when he saw the remote lying on the floor, underneath the tv. "Son of a bitch..." There was no way that he was going to move from this position, so he just sat there, eating ice cream and humming on a melody he had heard on the radio before. Ashton was happy like this. He didn't need to do anything special all the time, just sitting there made him love his life. Actually, this special moment, everything he felt was pure happiness.
Sooner or later, the ice cream was finished, and Ashton got bored. He took his phone from the small table in front of him, taking a look at the time. 11 am, he read, and sighed. It still wasn't that late, and he was already starting to regret not coming with Luke and the others. So, he did what any other bored to death person would do; he took a nap.
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Ashton woke up by the sound of the door slamming open, and he quickly opened his eyes and gasped. He had been sleeping in a weird position, making his neck hurt. Ashton quickly stood up to se who came home- or possibly tried to break in.
When he saw Luke with his tounge down a unknown girl's throat, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Really?" he shouted after him when he led the girl to his bedroom, making it clear to Ashton what they were going to do. Ashton shaked his head, and rubbed his eyes. When Luke's bedroom door got shut, Ashton took his phone that had fell on the floor and then looked down at his clothes. He was wearing a t-shirt and grey sweatpants, with a maroon zipper-sweater. He shrugged, and grabbed his keys, before starting to take on his shoes. When he heard a loud noise, obviously from Luke's room he quickly pulled a beanie on his head and shouted into the apartment. After, he opened the door and stepped out into the breeze of the chilly springnight.
"Dude, come on!"
Never that he would stay in there, while Luke and that girl was going to do... Their buisness. Ashton took out his phone from his pocket. It read 2 am, he had been sleeping for a good three hours, and now he was out for a walk, going nowhere. He walked like this in about fifteen minutes with his hands in his pockets, not caring where his feet took him. He didn't even think that much, he just... Walked.
When Ashton came to a pretty old playground for kids he stopped. It was decorated with beautiful bushes with flowers, and there was a red, big, slide with a swingset next to it. Ashton noticed that one of the swings were taken, and it was taken by a girl around his age. She swang in a high speed, trying to get as high off the ground as possible, and that's when Ashton decided to sit on the other swing. He took the final steps, into the actual playground, to the swing. When he sat down, the mysterious girl didn't react. She just kept swinging, like she needed to get as high off the ground until she'd eventually fall off.
"Hey," Ashton quietly said, becoming suprised of himself. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you trying to get so high up?" he continued. He never was this upfront with strangers, but that girl made him really curious.
"I'm trying to fly." She replied. Ashton got confused, wondering to himself if she maybe was mentally ill.
"Why?" he asked again.
"I don't like this world. It's full of shit, and you can trust no one." She simply replied. Ashton nodded quietly, wondering why she thought that. He loved this world, but then again, she maybe haven't had the good life he had. His curious grew of this girl, she didn't seem like any other he had met.
He sat there, quiet. While he sat on his swing at the right side of her, she tried to get higher and higher up, but couldn't find the strength in her to get the swing go any faster. She tried over and over again, but she just couldn't get any higher up. And that's when Ashton got up and started to push the swing forward behind her.
"What are you doing?" the girl wondered.
"Helping you fly."
