Face Down.♡ (Luke Hemmings)

Crushcrushcrush.

Chapter 12.

"Crushcrushcrush"- Paramore.

''Damn.'' my best friend says lowly as he stares at the whole drum set in front of him. His eyes are wide and his jaw is hanging low.

I chuckled, snapping my fingers in front of his face, earning a shake of head from him, as he seemed to wake up from the daze he was in.

''Earth to Ashton. '' I said, my voice laced with amusement. It always amazes me how he's absolute sucker for music and his drums and stuff. His life, it makes no sense without music. Well, that's what he said.

''This is amazing!'' Ash exclaimed, already sitting on a drum stool, drumsticks finding their way to his hands. The expression on his face is invaluable, million dollar smile gleaming in all its glory.

''Play me something, Irwin. '' I say exactly what he wants to hear and he nods his head vigorously, grin not leaving his face even for a second.

Ashton starts playing the all-so-familiar song and I bob my head to the beat. He's good. No, he's awesome!

''I need some backup. '' Ashton yelled slightly over the beat, smirking up at me. I was confused at first but then answered with a determined shake of my head.

''Absolutely not, Irwin. ''

Ashton made a sad, pouty face. ''C'mon, Edwards! Please? For me? I'll start! Here....'' he spoke, hitting again. And then his beautiful voice. '' I got a lot to say to you, yeah I got a lot to say. I noticed your eyes are always glued to me, keeping them here and it .makes no sense at all. Now you!''

I watched him in bewilderment, not believing what's going on.

''No Ash. '' I said, backing away slightly.

''Please Hazel! Do it for me!''

''No.''

Luckily, I was saved from that situation, because a guy with dirty blonde hair approached us.

''Ashton! Just the person I was looking for.'' he exclaimed, and Ashton's face morphed into a smile.

''Mike, buddy, how's it going!'' he almost yelled, standing up and greeting the Mike dude with that usual handshake.

''Well, It's okay, I guess.'' he shrugged, his eyes suddenly on me. That made him raise his eyebrows in wonder. ''And who's this?''

''That's Hazel. Hazel, this is  Michael, one of my companions. '' Ashton said with his infamous giggle coming out.I smiled politely at the boy, extending my hand out. I was very grateful that he made Ashton's thoughts of me singing drift away with his appearance.

''Hi, nice to meet you.'' he stated, offering a heart-warming smile. I gladly returned one.

Michael is about 6"0 and I noticed he has a nice shaped body figure. His already mentioned dirty blonde hair has a fringe which is swiped to the left part of his face. The color of his eyes is slightly unreadable. It's like a light shade of green-blue, almost grey. His left ear has a black earring attached to it in a bad boy style. His outfit consists of a black The Rolling Stones singlet, a pair of those dark skinny jeans and black Vans that matched mines. All in all, Michael was an attractive guy.

''You too.'' I finally retorted, shaking his hand.

''So what did you need me for, Mikey?'' Ashton asks, interrupting our staring contest. Michael turns to face him, watching him as he's still sitting on a drum stool, tapping his foot in a beat.

''Well, uh, I kind of need to ask you for a favour. '' Michael said, his voice unsure. Ashton nodded, encouraging him to continue.

''You know about my band?'' he asked and Ashton rose an eyebrow at him. ''Band?''

''Yeah, well. We finally decided to form a band and we kind of have this gig on next Saturday. '' Michael explained further.

''So?''

''So, the thing is... we need a drummer. '' Michael finally spat and Ashton's facial expression was unreadable for a few moments. Then a smile lit up his face and he exclaimed.

''Of course! That's so cool, Mike! I'd love to help you guys!'' he was so chirpy, making both of us laugh.

''Awesome! You have no idea how much this means to me, mate. We couldn't do anything without a drummer and you're the best I know, so.'' Michael rambled and Ashton cut him off, giggling again.

''It's okay. Don't sweat it,man. When are you guys having a rehearsal?''

''Tomorrow, my place. You have all the equipment you need?''

Ashton nodded. ''Yup. I'm gonna buy this baby, it warmed up to my heart. But I'll need your help if you want me to bring all of this to your place.''

They continued talking about it and eventually, they agreed about everything, so half am hour later, Ashton and I were heading back to his place.

''Are you excited, Ash?'' I ask him while we're lying sprawled on his king-sized bed, side-by-side, watching Mean Girls.

''Yes. I've always wanted to be in a band and this is so awesome, I love it.'' Ashton spoke, eyes glimmering with some unusual sparkle. He's really excited.

''I can't wait to meet the other guys in the band, I bet they're awesome fellas. ''

But little did we know, we already met one of them. And he's about to make our lives different. Much different.