Prank Calls // lashton

Call 22

ashton was highly confused when luke had hung up on him. how would luke even know that?

the lad knew that luke was a bit of a cheeky boy, talking about jizz and lube, but this was a different level of... chreepkiness. ashton's mix of cheeky and creepy is, chreepkiness.

so the 20 year old sat anxiously starring at his phone, waiting for some kid he barely knew to call him back.

and he sat at the desk, with the mac, and the paramore poster.

when luke said 'in a sec', ashton was expecting a second. but then one turned into two, two turned to four, and then four turned into a minute.

now a minute isn't that long, but ashton was antsy and luke was slow to update ashton.

in the midst of the harsh states being thrown at the phone, it rang. ashton's slender fingers fumbled around to answer the telephone call.

"luke! what the heck was th-"

"answer the door."

and yet again, luke hung up.

so as quickly as his sweatpants-clad legs could stumble and stride to the door, ashton bolted from his room, downstairs, to the front door.

ashton watched his hands as they shook to reach for the doorknob. and he felt a dribble of nervous sweat forming under his red bandana. so with all the courage and audacity he could muster, he threw open the door, to find the most wonderful sight he had ever had the chance to lay eyes on.

"hi ashton, i'm luke."

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woop! only like 3 chapters left!

-A