Maybe I'm Falling For You

6

Luke's POV

I left the coffee shop, disappointed that Ashton was so determined to go back to Michael. I mean, Michael kicked him out of their apartment, for something he didn't even do. Ashton deserved way better than that bastard.

I drove back to the apartment. It was almost 6 and I figured Calum would be like he was the other night. I still had a movie in my passenger seat. As I drove in, I had wished I had Ashton's number instead of me relying on him to call or text me.

I lie on the couch and watch Calum quietly sneak into the kitchen. When he comes out, he slumps on the seat next to me, picking at the snack lightly. "Everything okay Cal?" I ask. He shrugs. "That date sucked," He grumbled. That's why he was so pissed.

"Oh cheer up Calum. I'm sure it wasn't that bad," I say. "That bad? It was terrible. She didn't like anything about my appearance. She asked me constantly, 'what kind of name is Calum?" He spat. "Sorry dude," I said. "'What kind of name is Calum,' pssh, what a bitch," He mumbled. I tried on a smile and started 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'.

The movie went on without much conversation between us. When it was over, Calum went to his room without warning. My phone beeped and the screen lit up.

hey luke. i know its late, but can i come over?

It was Ashton. As happy as I was, I was a bit worried about why he left his home. I invited him over and texted him my address. I waited on the couch, still worried about Calum and his broken heart. After a couple of minutes, the doorbell rang. I stood up and answered it. Ashton stood there, still in his work clothes.

He hadn't gone home yet.

Ashton's POV

The manager of the coffee shop kicked me out after I hadn't ordered anything for a solid hour. I wasn't ready to go home, so I drove for a while longer.

As the hour turned to 7, I decided to go back home to Michael. When I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building, I realized that Michael's car wasn't there. As much as I wanted to go inside and wait for him and apologize, I couldn't. When I stormed out a couple hours ago, I left the door key in the apartment.

I stayed in the parking lot until 7:30, then went to gas up my car. I drove around for another hour or so and then found myself back at the apartments. I pulled out my phone and thought of calling Michael, but instead I texted Luke.

He gavee his address and I drove over. "Hey," I said. He smiled and let me in. It was a little after 9, and I didn't know what else to do. "Everything okay with Michael?" He asked. "We haven't talked since our argument. I haven't gone back yet," I say. "Don't worry. I'm sure he'll call you soon," Luke said. I could feel tears in my eyes. I wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him.

"You okay?" He asked. I wiped my eyes quickly before anything fell. But once one slipped away, I couldn't hold anymore back. Luke held me, putting my head against his chest. I cry, dampening his shirt a bit. "I don't know anymore," I sob. He rubs the back of my head, and uses his other hand to hold my upper body against him. "What don't you know?" He said carefully.

"Has anyone actually given a fuck about me?"