Wired Love || Lashton ✔️

five

-Ashton-

I frowned, mission unaccomplished. Plan B! Lockpicking, this was going to be such a pain in the ass. But maybe this can make me feel like an assassin or something. I of course went to the most reliable website, WikiHow. The best website on Earth to teach you how to pick locks, and how to not be addicted to porn. I attempted to try the tips WikiHow provided me with, practicing on my lock for the small chest I keep under my bed ( it's not filled with porn, it's filled with food ). Eventually I got it open, but at that point I had two empty bottles of soda next to me, so many candy wrappers that I had lost count after my thirtieth snickers bar, and my phone was on 2%.

But this was a breakthrough! And though I may have woken up at 10 am, and though it currently may be 2 am, this was hope. Luckily, everyone was now sleeping. So I would not have to face my stepdad or mother as long as I'm careful. Running into them as I do this, well it would be terrifying. Especially if it's my stepdad.

I stood up, getting dressed in a random t-shirt, I couldn't tell what it was due to how dark it was, as well as some dirty blue jeans. I had decided I  didn't need shoes, for it wasn't really necessary, at least for now they weren't. I took my phone with me, I knew it would die in minutes but I might as well. As I tried to open my door silently, it began to creak causing me to mentally groan, deciding to just slide my body through the sliver of door I had managed to open. Almost slipping, I cringed at how bad I was at this. I even stubbed my toe when I began tiptoeing downstairs, reaching the bottom floor, only to look around to see my stepdad asleep on the couch, research papers covering his face. I almost fell from not expecting his prescience but remained composed. All of this would go to hell if he woke up.

I quickly took out my tools, I had stuffed them in my pocket, and I knew I'd have to move fast with them. Sticking them in the keyhole and moving them around to try to unlock the damned door, it was harder due to my hands shaking. Stupid nervousness, but could you blame me? I really didn't want to wake David up, to be honest he scared me. He's so creepy, and didn't want to have any unnecessary interactions with him. I heard a click, making me grin in success. I had done it! It was so easy, I should've done this before! I stood up, opening the door and seeing Luke standing there. His finger a simulated key. A part of me was disappointed at the realization that I was not an assassin, but most of me was just glad to see it was Luke.

"How do you do that?" I asked in a hushed whisper stepping onto the first step when he moved down to the second one. Closing the door behind me and hearing it lock.

"Your stepfather insists that me having the basement key programmed into my finger will make it better if I ever need to escape," he replied, walking down the rest of the steps. Why didn't he just leave when he wanted to, maybe out of fear? And shouldn't he be sleeping, with the wires attached to the back of his neck, and his eyes closed.

I suppose not, and as my thoughts strayed away from that, I realized how cold my hands were, but they couldn't compare to Luke's. For when he took my hand and helped me down off the last step I almost flinched away from how cold he was. Internally I laughed lightly, it's like I'm a child in his eyes. He led me over to the machine that my stepdad always uses when he's down here, it had all sorts of buttons and switches of different colors and sizes.

"This machine has so much knowledge, so much power. He never lets me use, and it basically has a guard on it. If I touch it, it will send him an alert. It makes me sad, because I'm curious." He frowned, curiosity. A robot was curious. Luke felt emotions, all of them? He just always seems so..robotic to put it simply. As if he had these emotions in him, but he can't act upon them for he in the end is a cyborg. But it makes sense, a part of him is still human after all.

I went towards the machine, but something told me not to. My gut twisting at the thought, but what thought? I'm not afraid of this machine, yet my body trembles when I'm near it. Strange.

"Maybe only he can touch it?" Luke stated, taking my hand once again, pulling me towards his bed. I instantly reached for the blanket, even though I was in a full outfit. It felt like winter in here. But, Luke didn't seem bothered by it, not caring that I had the blanket wrapped around my body.

"Didn't you say you dream?" I asked, looking to Luke who was already staring at me. Causing my cheeks to heat up, I wasn't complaining though, Luke had these amazing eyes. The detail actually complimented by the darkness, for his eyes flowed a bit, and the pale blue light let Ashton see the small dark blue gear moving around the both of them. In the middle there was what I assumed to be a small camera instead of a pupil.

"Yes I do, I don't usually remember them but your stepdad records them. I have a question for you too. Ashton?" But at first I didn't respond, off in my own world of thinking of Luke. It took a moment before I actually comprehended his words. Almost face palming in front of the cyborg.

"Yes?" I replied, Luke smiling at my response. Why did he find that amusing, why did a robot find anything amusing? I didn't want to describe him as weird, but he truly was strange. He only seemed- well human when I was around. And that in itself is probably the weirdest thing about him.

"Do you see yourself in the mirror, or just an illusion?" Luke asked. My mouth opened slightly when I as about to answer, but I quickly changed my mind. Could I really answer that question correctly?

"I see myself," I answered, hoping that my response was correct. Though a part of me felt wrong, because that whole idea is just a mystery. The idea of if everything actually exists. Unanswerable for years, and I sure as hell don't have the answer to it. I simply have a theory.

"What do you look like then?" He asked, seeming to move closer to me when I had been thinking. My eyes darting to look at the distance between us, rubbing my arm shyly.

"I look like me, brown curly hair, hazel eyes, I'm slightly tanned which is surprising since I barely leave the house, I'm quite small if I do say so myself. I always have at least one cut or scab on my body, and certain parts of my body are hairy but not really." I explained. Awaiting his answer but he just started laughing at me. Biting my lip, I looked away from him. Did I say something? Why was he laughing?

"I understand now," Luke said, grabbing my hand and holding it. "You're not that much different than me."

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Hello, thanks for reading this chapter ^-^. I'm going to try and update my stories much quicker, but I usually have tons of homework but I'll try best. Vote and comment on this chapter, especially comment because I like seeing what you all have to say. Have an awesome day. (1,285 words)
~Jess