Luke POV
"Luke! GET UP NOW YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL IM LEAVING OR YOURE NOT GETTING A RIDE TO SCHOOL."
Ugh. I blink and roll over. Let me sleeeeep.
"LUKE, NOW!"
I guess I have to get up for real. Ew. I stand up, wobble slightly and flick on the side light. I drag a random band tee out of the cupboard and yank it over my head. I've decided I can't be bothered with skinny jeans today, and I only have ten minutes left. I can't be bothered to shower either, so I leave on my pajama pants - they look just like grey joggers, no one will notice. I shove my books in my bag and run downstairs, grabbing an apple and a cereal bar on the way out.
"Luke, you look a mess, do something about your hair. And are you sure you're allowed to wear a lip ring to school?"
"Yes, mum, we have this conversation every single day, if it's this much of a problem why did you let me have it done in the first place?"
She makes a sound halfway between a grunt and a groan, and the rest of the journey is spent in silence, besides my loud chewing noises. Hey, I'm a dude, no one cares about my table manners. And I'm not even at the table.
We pull up by school, and my friend Calum spots the car and jogs up behind it and taps on the window. My mum sees the opportunity to embarrass me and gives me a huge kiss on the cheek before yelling "HAVE A NICE DAY LUKEYKINS." Wow, mum, can you not. Whatever, I'm not that popular anyway.
"Hey Luke," says Calum, laughing slightly. "Tired this morning much?"
I glare at him, and he knows me well enough to know the reason for my dishevelled appearance. "Ashton stayed late last night."
"And? Did you DO anything?"
"What, you mean like lay on my bed listening to him talk about his chemistry teacher?" I probably sound really pathetic, but I don't care. I'm the one with a crush on his brothers best friend.
"Cmon man, it's not that bad. Let's go get you coffee, you need coffee."
Calum grabs my shoulders and steers me through the crowd in my still half asleep state to the cafeteria and picks up a cup filling it with the caffeine I need. I drink it, and feel slightly more awake, if not slightly better.
The rest of school goes by in a boring daze. I have no classes with calum or any of my friends for that matter, and I have detention at lunch (for calling my music teacher an asshole because he wouldn't let me play guitar in our piece) and them I walk home.
Ashton's here again.
He's here almost every day now. It's kind of great but kind of not, because it's just re confirming my knowledge of how he'll never in a million years date me.
I can't be bothered for anything, so I slam on my Sleeping with sirens cd and start singing along to the lyrics. "WHO ARE YOU NOW, SAY WHAT YOU WANT GOING BACK TO HE START, ASKING WHO ARE YOU NOW, DID HE BREAK YOU APART NANADADDADADA GONNA WORK IT OUT" I mess up the lyrics slightly, because I don't actually know them but y'know, whatever. I start playing air guitar on my bed, until I hear that oh-so-familiar giggle coming from my doorway. I blush beetroot when I realise Ashton's been watching me 'jamming'. I jump of the bed and run over to the door, slamming it in his face before realising how stupid I must have looked, so I open it a crack and poke my head out, asking "how long were you watching me for?"
He fiddles with his fingers, turning slightly red, before admitting "since about the second song."
I want to sink into a hole. Why. Why? "Why?" I manage to stutter out.
"I just heard you singing at the start, you sounded... Um... Really good..." Ashton blushes some more and tails off.
"Thanks, I guess? I play guitar as well..." I mutter, now it's my turn to fiddle awkwardly with my fingers.
"Really?" I look up and Ashton's grinning at me, showing off his adorable dimples and bright eyes. "Would you, uhh, play for me?"
Well that almost gives me palpitations. "I... Errrr..."
"No, no, it's ok, you don't have to. I'll just, go, uhh..." He starts to back away back to bens room. Dammit!
"No, Ashton, I mean, um, I'd love to um, play for you..."
"Ok..." He untangles his fingers from mine, I must have accidentally grabbed his hand, why do I do these things? ... He walks into my room and I watch his face anxiously as he scans my posters and bed. He turns to me, grinning excitedly, "you like All Time Low? I love them, my friend Michael introduced me to them, I so want to see them live!"
"Yeah, I got tickets for A Love Like Tour! I'm so excited, it's gonna be amazing, their live shows are so good," I say. [a/n I don't know if a love like tour was in Australia but whatever it's called au for a reason].
"What's your favourite song by them? Mines probably Backseat serenade, I know that's probably a bit boring but yeah..."
"I like backseat serenade but my favourite has got to be Therapy, or Canals."
Ashton smiles at me again and shuffles a little closer on the bed. I don't know what to do, I just- aghhhhhh. I leap up and grab my guitar, and sit back down a more comfortable distance away from him. A tiny look of hurt flashes across his face, but he hides it well.
"I can play you backseat serenade? If you want..." I stammer.
"I'd love that,"
I start to strum, and soon forget that Ashton's sitting opposite me, listening.
"Lazy lover, find a place for me again,
You felt it once before, I know you did, I could see it,
Whiskey princess, drink me under, pull me in,
You had me at, fall over boy, I need a friend, I understand,"
I hope Ashton didn't notice my minute lyric change.
"Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane,
Oh god I'm sick of sleeping alone,
You're salty like a summer day, kiss the sweat away,
To your radio,
Backseat serenade, little hand grenade,
Oh god I'm sick of sleeping alone,
You're salty like a summer day, kiss the pain away,
To your radio,"
I tail off, noticing how intently Ashton is looking in my eyes. It's almost dizzying how beautiful his eyes are, and all I want to do is lean in and kiss him right now, over my battered old guitar. Somehow his hand is on top of mine again, and I can't breathe, we're both leaning in, I can feel his breath against my lips, I see his eyes flutter shut, and mine do the same---
My door bangs open.
We both jerk back, and see Ben, mouth agape. "What are you doing?"
A/n
Yay another lame chapter... This is my first fanfic so yeah, it might improve with time...
Whatever,
PS I LOVE ALL TIME LOW AND I WENT TO A LOVE LIKE TOUR IN BRIXTON ACADEMY BUT IDK IF THEY TOURED IN AUSTRALIA WHATEVER
-ims xx
