"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?"i say, placing a gentle kiss onto luke's lips. he giggles, his eyes closing, and pulls me closer to him, if that's even possible. i smile as i feel the stubble on his chin as he gives me another quick kiss, gripping gently at the hairs on my neck.
"i love you," he whispers, "i love you so much, ashton." those three words always seem to make my head spin when he says them. three simple words have such meaning, i think it's quite beautiful; the effect he has on me.
"i love you, too, lukey. always, remember?" i say. me and luke made this promise a while back when we first started dating; we'll always love each other. no matter what. cliché? very. but we don't care.
he smiles at me, nodding softly, "always, ash, always."
a comfortable silence fills the room, just luke snuggled up to my side. it's like a movie scene, our relationship. not that i mind.
but for some reason, i can't seem to remember how i got to luke's house in the first place. i ignore it, pulling luke closer and pressing my lips gently against his. he smiles into the kiss once again and i've decided those are my favorite types of kisses. the kind where he just can't hold back a smile and pulls me even closer to him, just trying to get as much contact as possible. i love those kisses.
"ashton, can you do something for me?" luke speaks up. his voice cracks a little, like he's about to cry. i worridly nod, trying my best not to ask him why he's upset. he looks up at me, his eyes are glassy with tears that are threatening to spill.
"remember."
my eyes shoot open and i arise from my bed, panick shooting through every vein in my body. my breathing is heavy and uneasy.
"what the hell?" i breath, running a hand lazily through my hair. i cringe a bit when i feel my forehand dripping wet with sweat. i sigh, resting my head in the palms of my hands and rubbing my eyes gently. it's then that i hear my doorbell ring. a couple times, actually. i groan, grabbing a random shirt and throwing it on quickly. i rush out of the living room, almost tripping in the process, but i make it to the door. i don't bother to look through the peep hole. i open the door, the sunlight blinding me for a couple seconds, making me mentally groan but physically shut my eyes, harshly.
"hi." a feminine voice says, "sorry about last time you came over. we were kinda busy." i shake off the blinding of the light and i'm soon able to see that its charlie; the girl who lives across the street. a tan boy stands beside her. he's actually quite cute. he has a cute button nose, which is the first thing i notice, oddly. his hair is either a dark brown, or black. i can't really tell. he has very plump limps and these dark brown eyes. he's wearing a black sweater, like one you'd wear in the winter while you're drinking hot chocolate, and a simple pair of black jeans and black vans. i give them both a polite smile and invite them in. they return the smile and step inside, immediately looking around. charlie is the first to comment on the absence of furniture.
"nice blow up mattress, dude." charlie says. the dark haired boy actually giggles at that. he has a pretty smile. he looks a bit familiar, but i can't quite put my finger on it.
i scoff, "yeah, yeah, i know. why no furniture, ashton? yeah, well, ashton spent all his money on this house and is broke as fuck so deal with it."
it's silent for a couple seconds, until the boy laughs and lays his arm lazily around my shoulder, "i like you," he says. he puts his right hand out for me to shake, which i do.
