Some Day We Might (Muke)

Chapter Twenty

Ashton has gone to Dr. Pendleton--or Anders, whatever he's called--three times so far. His overall mood is a lot better, and he's even been active on twitter and instagram, talking to the 5sos fam. I'd say I was jealous of his progress, but I'm not. I'm happy for him. And people like me don't get better. I'm too far in--I just wonder when I'll break.

"Anders is gay, you know." Ashton says while we're in the car driving home from lunch.

"Cool." I say, not really interested.

"You guys should meet him. I might have him come by some time." Ashton says. 

"What? Why?" I ask. There are two reasons why I wouldn't want to meet him: 1. Because he's a therapist. He might be able to tell I've got problems with his super therapist knowledge or whatever. And 2. It's just awkward. The guys almost forty. It would be like making friends with my parents.

"I just thought it would be nice." Ashton says. "He's actually really cool for an old guy, I swear."

Luke shrugs. "Yeah, why not."

"Yeah, maybe he can give you and Luke some safe sex tips." Calum says. Luke covers his face and I whack the back of Calum's head.

"Can we please not talk about Luke and Michael getting it on?" Ashton says, turning his nose up. "I don't need that image in my head."

"It's cause our naked bodies are too much for you to handle." I joke.

"I feel violated." Luke says. "Don't imagine me naked, Ash. Okay?"

"Trust me, that won't be a problem."

"It will be for me." I joke, making Luke blush. He covers his chest with his hands.

"Quit looking at my tits, Michael." He says.

"Don't act like I haven't seen them before." 

"Fuck off, Clifford." Luke says, flipping me off with a smile. I lean over the seat and kiss him, just because.

"Aww, Ash why don't you kiss me like that?" Calum says.

"Because I'm not gay and we're not dating."

"You're breaking up with me?" Calum says, covering his mouth. "I'm pregnant, you can't leave me!"

Ashton laughs loudly at Calum. The kid is such a comedian.

- - - - 

"SHIT." I hear Luke yell from the kitchen. I scramble off of the couch to make sure he's okay.

"Babe?" I say, coming up behind him. He's clutching his hand standing next to the pan with chicken in it. "Babe, what happened?"

"I burnt my hand." He says, giving me a pitiful look. He's cooking because his mom is at a work dinner party.

I turn the faucet on, taking his hand and putting it under cold water. "This is why you shouldn't cook."

He sucks in air through his teeth. "Ow--Mikey, it really hurts."

"I know, baby, it's gonna hurt." I turn off the water and take a good look at his hand. There's already a large red spot--it'll probably be a huge blister. I sigh, and give his hand a small kiss. "Better?"

He pouts. "No."

"Let's put some ice on it, that'll help." I open the freezer and take out one of those gel ice packs and wrap it in a paper towel. I give it to Luke to put on his hand. "I'll finish making dinner, okay?"

He nods and I take over the pan of chicken, flipping it over to let the other side cook. Luke comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and hooking his chin over my shoulder. He presses a kiss into my cheek. "You take such good care of me."