YOU~Lashton~

Chapter 10~Date

Hi guuuuys! It's me again! School has started and I met a bunch of new classmates. So I decided to update cause I have a new dawwg! Her name is Skylar, she likes playing with socks...... You didn't give much votes on ze lazz zshaptah, did you not like it? I'm a failure! Anyway, on to the story peasants, snobby, rich people and, me royal unicorns!

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Luke:

Time flew by faster than expected and before I knew it, I was already standing infront of Ashton's cozy home. My knees were weak, and my palms were sweaty. My mind was fuzzy, realistic scenes of Ashton, hating our 'date' , and leaving me kept replaying, making my head spin.

I really liked Ashton. I love how his mesmerizing hazel eyes shine with excitement everytime I brought him another book, how his blond (..or brown, idk anymore!) hair felt soft against my thin fingers, I love how his cheeks redden everytime I compliment or try to flirt with him, how his dimples and his perfect set of pearly whites show whenever he smiles. The light freckles that littered his face. The cute, snort-like (A/N: I dunno anymore, okay?) sound he makes whenever he laughs too hard. His dirty sense of humor. His lips. His thighs. His biceps. Everything......everything about him is perfect.

A smile tugged my lips and a little while after, the thumping of my heart calmed slightly.

I ran a hand through my blond hair which was styled in a quiff, as I sighed loudly.

'Here goes nothing'  I thought. I gently hit the mahogany door with my fist, creating a soft and steady rythm.

The door slowly squeeked open, revealing Anne. She ushered me inside their cozy house, and told me to sit down on their chocolate-colored couch.

"Can I get you a drink, tea, water, coke.......blood? You're not a vampire, are you Luke?" she shot me a suspicious glance while I stared at her like she grew four heads.

She shook her head and spoke once more, "You know what, nevermind. Ashton will be down in a few."

She went upstairs into Ashton's room, I would know cause I've been there before (Ha! be jelous bitches!), and I was left alone in their living room, fidgeting nervously.

A few minutes of awkward silences and nail-bitings later, the most beautiful boy in the whole universe finally emerged from the blue-walled room. And I swear to God I'm not exaggerating. His hair was in it's, naturaly, curly state but he wore a bandana over it, and he wore a dark-blue captain america tanktop that showed off his biceps. A black, ripped skinny jean hung low on his hips, which, I bet, showed off his perky ass and bracelets of all sorts and colors, covered both of his wrists. Overall, he looked so fucking hot.

He made his way, down their small staircase slowly, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't frozen on my spot. It was like that cliché moment in movies, where the leading woman and the star of a romantic, chic-flick, stare at eachother carefully studying eachother's features.  At that moment I was completely, and utterly out of breath. He looked amazing, so fucking tantalizing, and he was mine tonight.

A gentle slap brought me back to reality, there he stood infront of me, hands infront of his mouth, cheeks red and rosy, clearly stopping himself from laughing (or giggling in his case). I just smiled softly at him, making him drop his hands to his sides, doing the same with his gaze.

I glanced at Anne, who was staring at us with teary-eyes, muttering things along the lines 'my littpe baby is growing up' and 'I hope he won't leave me too early'. I opened my mouth to say something but she beat me to it.

"Go," she said.

"Go before I cry."

Ashton walked over to her, hugging her tightly. My face scrunched in confusion and I raised my eyebrows at Ashton s of asking for an explanation. 'She knows' he mouthed. I nodded as they finally pulled away.