Foster Home || Lashton AU

06

*Ashton's POV*

I face palm myself. Why do I decide to open the door with no fucking shirt on?

Anyways, I grab one of my many shirts out of my suitcase and throw it on. I open the door and walk to the stairs. I walk step by step down the stairs, hearing pans hitting each other making a clink sound.

I breath in, instantly smelling spaghetti.

I follow the noises and smell until I reach the kitchen. I stood at the doorway of the kitchen awkwardly. Mrs. Hemmings looks up and smiles.

"Luke, Hun, will you show Ashton where the dinner table's at?" She asked the boy but he didn't listen because he had earplugs in,"LUKE!" She yelled

He jumped at the sound of her loud voice. "Yes, mother?!" He replied

"I said show Ashton where the dinner table's at!"

"Okay, okay!"

He looked at me waving his hand to follow him, and I followed.

It's like this place has so many rooms. I thought

I sat at the dinner table and so did Luke.

"So..Ashton? What part of Australia are you from?" Luke asked breaking the silence.

"Hornsby, Australia." I say a little quiet.

"Oh, nice, cool."

We end up sitting there for a couple minutes until Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings walk in with 4 plates.

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Alright. Sorry that these last two chapters sucked. Well, this is more of a short filler but anyways.. Hope you liked it! Oh! And TYSM for 80 reads, 8 votes, and 3 comments! <3 OH!! And I probably will update again tonight. And by "tonight", I probably mean 2-4 am.. In America. xx ~JK