Luke POV
He's here again, I can hear his slightly squeaky laugh. That's one of the things I love most about him, the way he giggles at everything. Even the super lame jokes I tell whenever he's here for dinner, just so I can hear the sound coming out of his mouth. Dammit I sound like a creepy teenage girl. But you know what, I don't even care.
Let me tell you a thing or two about Ashton Irwin. Even though I could go on for ever about him, just a couple of things. He is a ray of sunshine in my otherwise mundane life. Every day is the same: wake up, shower, school, come home, if Ashton's here, watch him and Ben, if he's not, think about him and stalk his facebook.
Today, like I said, he happens to be here.
I can picture the scene in my head: they'll be in the den playing xbox, probably FIFA, because that's the only game Ashton really likes - he doesn't like call of duty or GTA because they're too unrealistic and he dislikes the violence and doesn't see the point of them. Also, he jokes that FIFA is his excuse to not go out and play actual sport. Despite this, I can see that he must work out, judging by his muscular arms - he'd make me look like a gangly stick insect next to him.
Ugh. He'd never look twice at me. I'm just his friends weird creepy brother.
It's been going on ever since Ben brought him home, and I've been creeping on him every day between then and now.
***flashback***
I've just taken the pan off the cooker and I turn to carry the gravy across to the counter. See, my mother is a little strange, and when she caught me sneaking out, instead of grounding me like a normal parent, she decided the best discipline would be to have me cook dinner for three weeks. And since I haven't poisoned my family yet, I figure my luck is probably running out, so I'm trying to do some fancy dishes to persuade her to end my sentence sooner. This particular one is chicken, wrapped in Parma ham, stuffed with mozarella, with mash potato and gravy. I haven't tried chicken before because of the whole salmonella issue, but it's a win win situation - I give my family food poisoning, my mum decides it's not safe for me to cook anymore, or the dish turns out great, and mum will say " Luke, what a fantastic meal you've prepared for us! Please, you're such a good young man, I'm going to stop giving you weird punishments!"
So anyway, I just need to put it on the plates. I think Ben might have a friend over, so I'll be spreading food poisoning throughout the neighbourhood if his goes badly. I've heard a weirdly cute squeaky sounding laugh all evening, and I can't work out if it's a boy with a high voice or a really low voiced girl, but whatever. It doesn't affect me. As I'm done with the gravy, I can hear Ben coming downstairs with his friend; they sound really hungry, judging by how fast they're running.
Suddenly something slams into my back, causing me to drop the gravy and slip over to the floor, bringing this stranger crashing down with me. We're both lying in a huge puddle of gravy, luckily it's only on my jeans and hands, but this poor guy (yeah, I've just affirmed that bens friend is in fact a dude) has it all in his hair. Dammit.
And me being me, known for being super smooth in these situations, just awkwardly stuttered "hi, um this is um d-dinner."
The curly boy laughs in his cute (what) high pitched way, before saying "I figured!"
Then we just sit there awkwardly in a mess of gravy for what seems like ten minutes until Ben comes around the corner and bursts out laughing. "I see you've met each other then! God, Luke, I told mum it wasn't safe to have you cook!" Then he collapses on the floor next to us, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. And I must admit, we probably look pretty hilarious - at least bens friend sees the funny side of it.
He cocks his head, grins and winks, before saying "hey, Luke, I'm ashton. I guess you could say you fell for me."
***end of flashback***
After I'm done reminiscing on the closest I've ever got to my favourite curly haired boy, I stand up and walk out of my room, blinking at the change in light. See, my room's done out in millions(well maybe not millions) of posters which are all mainly black and gray band posters, and I always keep the curtains shut and rarely turn on the main light, so I can come as a bit of a shock when I come through and face the bright white ( or magnolia snow, according to the paint can) walls of the hallway. In my opinion, I'm the only one with a cool room in my house, the rest of my family are all neat freaks with bad taste. Dammit, why have I spend like five minutes describing my home decor when I could have been talking about Ashton. His skin isn't exactly dark, but he's not as pale as me, more like honey or melted sugar, of the colour of a perfectly toasted marshmallow. And his hair, his hair is amazing, like sometimes it's a light brown colour like hot chocolate, and sometimes it looks more dark blonde, and all I want to do is run my hands through it.
"Luke? Can we help you?" The snarky voice of my brother snaps me out of my Ashton-induced stupor, and I jump slightly. I realise that while I've been daydreaming about him, I've made it downstairs and I'm just leaning on the door frame with a dumb ass smile on my face, staring at the perfection draped across the couch. He's in his usual position, half on the red beanbag (that's my one, and no, I totally won't go and snuggle into it breathing in his smell and general aura after he's left) and half on our weird black sofa.
I hope Ashton didn't notice me gaping at him, but apparently Ben did, because he's now frowning at me. Oops, time to make my exit.
I jog upstairs and collapse on my bed, and pull out a random school book. I then turn on my tv, but put it on mute, so I can pretend to study (for my mothers sake), and pretend to be pretending to study while watching TV (for Bens sake), while really I'll be laying up here just straining my ears to hear anything that a particular Ashton Irwin is saying downstairs.
God, this can't be normal.
A/N
this is my first fanfic so sorry if it sucks...
Tell me if you actually like it :')
~ims xx
