Chapter 18

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Ashton's P.O.V

After Calum left, I was immediately bored because I had nothing to do or anyone to hang around.

I usually don't get bored easily, but I just want to be around someone right now. So, I picked up my phone and called up Michael.

"The fuck do you want?" Michael said as soon as he answered.

"I'm bored," I said.

"Hi bored, I'm Michael."

"More like 'dickhead'," I mumbled into the phone.

"So, what do you want?"

"Can you come over? I'm bored." I said into the phone.

"Why don't you have your boyfriend hang out with you?" Michael asked.

"He's technically not my boyfriend yet," I said. "But, he just left and I'm already bored so I wanted to hang out with you."

"Fine, I'll be over in a few, make sure you have food." I rolled my eyes and ended the call.

Okay, so Michael said that he was going to be here soon, so that means in an hour or two. I guess I'll continue watching Dance Moms until he gets here.

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"Are you fucking serious? They're in the same company! Why should it matter who won!" I yelled at my T.V when Abby got butthurt because Chloe got first place and Maddie got second. "They're both your dancers!"

"Looks like someone got into their shows again." I jumped when I heard someone speak, and that someone was Michael. I turned around to look at my red-haired friend to see that his hair is now blue.

"Blue, again?" I said. "Really?"

"What? I like the blue." Michael said in defense.

"It makes you look like a smurf."

"So? What if I wanted to be a smurf?"

"We both know you don't want to be a smurf," I said and Michael just rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to get himself something to eat.

When he came back, he had two bags of chips in his hands and sat on the couch right next to me and started to eat the chips.

"I don't get why you watch this show, there's nothing to it," Michael said and I wanted to smack him.

"Just because no one is getting murdered doesn't mean it's a good show," I said.

"So watching little girls dance entertains you?"

"I watch the show because of the mothers, hence the name Dance Moms." Why must explaining things to him be so difficult? I bet it's the hair dye seeping into his scalp that's making him dumb. "You know, I actually thought you were going to stop dying your hair since it was red for the longest time," I said, changing the subject.

Michael shrugged. "My mom said that if I go two months without dying my hair, she'll get me an iPhone 6."

"Did she really?" I asked.

"Yep." He said, "I'm going to be getting it later this week, so don't think I'm ignoring you when I text you 'new phone, who's this?'"

"Well, you should know my phone by heart since we've known each other for a long time," I said, but Michael just started to laugh.

"I can't even remember my own phone number, how in Hell's name would I remember yours?"

"Well, maybe if you stopped dying your hair you'll still have some brain," I said.

"Your comebacks are weak." Michael said, "I'm disappointed in you."

"Whatever rainbow boy."

The two of us continued to bicker and make fun of each other until my mom got home, who wasn't surprised that Michael was there but surprised by the color he picked for his hair since he has had it a few times already.

The two of us were now in my room, listening to music when Michael's phone started to ring.

"Hello?" He said when he answered. "Why? Okay, fine. See you soon...Love you too."

"Who was that?" I asked.

"My mom, she wants me home for dinner," Michael said, then he got up and stretched. "I'll see you later, try not to suck too much dick."

"Okay, try not to scare any kids with your clown face," I said as he walked out of my room.

I'm alone, again. Why must everyone leave me today?

When I was in the middle of complaining in my mind, my phone buzzed, signaling that I have a message.

I picked up my phone and smiled when I saw who the message was from.

From: Ca(sian)lum

Hey, I was wondering if you want to hang out tomorrow? xx

To: Ca(sian)lum

Sure!

From: Ca(sian)lum

Great! I'l see you then! xxxxx

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a great day.

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