I'm Dating The Twins // (Lashton)

Chapter Seven

"I'm dating the twins"

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Luke was wondering around Ashton's house, he was looking for him. The party was still going but only this time with fewer people. It was almost 23:40 and it was about to strike midnight, and Luke thought it was a good idea to kick them out to find Ashton easier.

"Everyone get out!" He said. Everyone turned around looking at him. They thought he was crazy and they went back to dancing. He was furious and grabbed the home phone calling 911, but then he would be the one getting trouble and then Ashton will be caught and cops calling his parents for the mess. So he placed the phone back to it's hanger and yells "if you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops!" That's when everyone got mad and grunt and start leaving.

He didn't care what comments he received since he's the one who canceled it. He was worried about Ashton. Thinking his baby got drunk by receiving a drink by a alcoholic bastard or maybe doing sexual activities while drunk.....or worse

He saw the room getting cleaner but the mess was messier. He thought this would be extra work for him and Ashton tonight, but speaking of Ashton, he needed to find him because he was such a overprotective boyfriend. This is their responsibility and they had to clean before it gets worse. He was scanning around the house that nothing of Ashton's mothers expansive furniture or homing theater (or whatever) items weren't broken or ruined. It seems in his point of view was okay.

Now it was him and the mess surrounding him alone. He rushed upstairs to Ashton's room for him

"Ashton!" He called, but no answer. He opened the room in worried but he wasn't there. His heart was pumping like crazy. His baby is probably somewhere in the streets.

"No no no no no! This can't be happening, oh my god!" He tugged his hair out with his hands, going insane. He rushed to the bathrooms and nothing, and he ran downstairs to the basement looking for him. He was terrified. Someone probably took him out and dump him somewhere while he's drunk. He remembers when Ashton said he wanted alcohol and drugs in the party, but the last time he checked before he went to his shift everyone was nice and having a nice dance party like a disco.

But he missed Lucas coming to the party

Pulling his phone out dialing his sweetheart and hoping for an answer. The phone was dead. It was like Ashton cut the line on his phone because it would sent Luke to a voicemail, but voicemails are useless nowadays. He grunt and gave a knuckle fist to the table, he tried not to cry but how? He was worried. He looked down letting the tears fall to the wooden floor on the dining room. He can't believe he could possibly lost his boyfriend. He try not to think that his boyfriend can be killed just now or later or maybe already dead, but he tries not to. He left the mess behind and grabbed his keys again and walks out the door locking Ashton's house, and as he does he turns around looking down and pumps into someone.

Lucas, his identical twin brother. But he doesn't sees him like that. Just his twin brother.

"What do you want? H-how did you-"

"Everyone was talking about it and I got a text about it too" he says, with a small smirk on his face causing Luke to look a little confused.

"And you came" he lift his head high for a little as he fold his arms together.

"Duh?! I'm not going to ditch a fucking house party."

"Wouldn't be surprise. What are you doing here?" He says looking at his twin brother suspiciously. Luke would always see his brother curiously because he can be curious about anything. He probably knows where Ashton is.