DAY SIX
"It's too early for this, Luke!" I whined, grabbing onto Ashton's arm, hiding my face in his chest. The whole fact in itself that he was doing this this early was incredibly embarrassing.
Taking into consideration that we'd only been on two dates (of which Luke insisted on hearing everything about) it was incredibly inappropriate so instead I grabbed onto Ashton's hand in attempts to drag him away, but he seemed perfectly intent on conversing with my crazy best friend.
People often questioned Luke and I's friendships, I assumed it was due to the amount of time that we spent telling each other that we hated each other and that we sucked, along with other various insults. But in all honesty, when you know someone since the third grade, you're pretty much stuck together for life.
In third grade he was the boy who threw mud at me on Casual Clothes Day, completely ruining my white dress. I was the girl that threw a rock at him, deeming it appropriate at the time of course. Not seeing now it could leave a giant bruise on how leg which would then lead to him throwing more mud at us and our parents being called in.
That then led to us learning that we indeed lived next to each other and our parents forcing us to spend time together, that time together soon become unforced and we became friends, it's incredibly cliche and we hate talking about it but somehow it led to this.
"'Sup," Ashton repeated, scanning Ashton up and down, I looked up from Ashton's chest only to find a smile on his face, something that I found quite odd. We weren't even going out, we'd seen each other a couple times, hadn't even kissed yet but here Luke was scaring him away.
"Sup," Luke repeated, raising his eyebrows, almost as if he was challenging Ashton, Ashton bit down on his lip, holding onto my shoulders and moving me to the side slightly as he walked up to the sidewalk, shaking Luke's hand, a look of amusement appeared on Luke's face as Ashton walked backwards back to my side.
"Ashton," he said, nodding his head, "I'm Ashton Irwin, you must be uh--... Luke?"
"Mr Hemmings to you," Luke butted in, pointing a finger at him and raising his eyebrows.
A laughed passed from Ashton's lips as he wet them, dragging his tongue against them, his hand ruffling up his hair before he laughed saying, "Well, Mr Hemmings," he paused for a moment, pulling at his lip before releasing it, instead ruffling his hand through his hair again.
He planted a kiss on my cheek - which Luke didn't respond well to, stepping forward - and gave me a quick hug before muttering his good bye, continuing to walk down the street.
I watched him walk until he turned the corner before taking my shoe off of my foot and throwing it at Luke shouting, "What is wrong with you!"
Luke was a somewhat awkward person, his limbs necking much too long for him to handle. He flailed around, batting the shoe away yelling, "Damnit, Clarke!"
I then followed my actions by struggling out if my other shoe, Luke yelling profanities and warnings of what he would do if I threw the shoe to instead I walked up to him hitting him with the shoe only causing him awkwardly move his body around in attempts to deflect my hits.
I narrowed my eyes at him before shaking my head, picking up my other shoe and stalking into his house.
"Where do you think you're going?" Luke called, walking after me only to have me completely ignore him.
"Getting a snack, I'm fucking starved."
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"That's sickening," Luke pointed out as he took a particularly big dip of his juice carton, I looked up from my phone in some sort of daze, watching as his brow furrowed, his cheeks being sucked in as he drained the juice box of its contents, throwing it to the ground and picking up another one.
"What's sickening?" He took a moment to answer my question as he slurped on his juice box.
"I know him from somewhere, y'know?" Luke had an amazing talent of avoiding answering which only resulted in me rolling my eyes and returning to my phone to which he said, "That's sickening."
"What is?" I repeated, dropping my phone to my lap, raising my eyebrows at him as he finished yet another juice box, "Jesus Lucifer! How fast are you going through those?"
He threw his empty juice box at me, which I deflected. He scoffed, rolling his eyes at me before gesturing at my phone, "That you're texting while spending time with me, this is quality--.. Friendship! That's the word! Friendship time." He gave me the coy little smile that he always did only resulting in an eye roll from me as I slouched down on his couch.
His music room, which he had converted from their own shed, was fairly small. It had a couch in it and heaps of equipment I didn't know how to use. Yet somehow we always found our way back here.
"Are you texting Ashton?" he teased, prodding my leg with his finger, using his other one to toy with his lip ring.
"And what if it is?"
"Invite him over!"
"Maybe I will!" I sneered back, quickly typing in 'luke is inviting you over for a play date.'
The grammar was extremely poor but considering his wasn't particularly good either I didn't mind, it wasn't long before he responded, "I don't think he likes me very much," I read aloud only to find Luke cheering.
I rolled my eyes, quickly texting him that was not the case at all. Clicking send I looked up to find Luke staring at the ground, a blank look on his face.
"Earth to Luke?" I said, my voice raising at the end, "Earth to Luke?"
"Have you seen Mikey today? Did you go with Ashton? Is that why he was with you?" he blurted out, looking up at me.
I shook my head saying, "You know I haven't seen him in a bit and he hasn't met Ashton, Ash just takes a bus that goes past my running slash walking route. Why?"
"Nothing," he muttered, "I could just swear that I have seen him before. Thought that Mikey might know."
"I don't know if Mikey knows too much at that moment," I responded, fiddling with my fingers, "I don't even know if me knows me some days, he has a way of just looking straight through you."
"What do you mean straight through you?" Luke questioned, leaning forward slightly, "He looks straight at me, it's a little scary if anything."
"I mean that-..." I paused for a moment, struggling for words before my phone dinged, "I really don't think he likes me. At all. I think I'll pass. And it has a little kiss thing at the end, or is that a hug?" I read aloud.
Luke just rolled his eyes, "I think that he's just trying to avoid you because of your stud best friend. I just--.. I swear that I have seen him before."
I quickly texting him back, reading aloud what I was going to say, "He says that he thinks he's seen you before." The reply came quickly this time, the words 'He hasn't.' popping up on my screen.
My eyebrows creased together, it almost came too quickly, the grammar being much too good. I quickly typed in, 'are you sure? luke does sports, plays an instrument, goes out a bit. this looks like it's driving him crazy so if you knew anything?'
My phone beeped and when I looked down at my phone it read,
'I don't.'
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365 // irwin
Fanfiction"In attempts to not quote the Vow, there are moments of impact, and meeting you is definitely one of them." Emilia's life had come to a stand still. And Ashton was more than prepared to kick it into overdrive.
