"Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?"
– Nancy Garden
♡
"Why do you have heart-eyes?"
"I don't, fuck off." I roll my "heart-eyes" at Michael, who smirks back at me. I groan loudly and throw the bedsheets over his head.
"Hey!" He yells, flailing his arms around, trying to get the sheet off. I snicker as he struggles, watching as his Mario Kart character gets passed by everyone, leaving him in last place. "Luke," He whines, finally pulling the blanket off of his head. "That was the last lap!"
"Hurry, you can catch up!" I say, covering my mouth with my hand as I laugh.
"Not to first place," He mutters angrily to himself, pressing down hard on the accelerate button. I roll my eyes again and focus my attention back onto my phone. I'm texting Ashton, of course. Honestly, when am I not texting him? Tumblr is basically the only app I ever use anymore, and even though I have Ashton's phone number, we prefer to communicate over the app instead.
cheesetoastie11: i was so tired this morning ugghhh
fallingash: i did tell you to go to bed
cheesetoastie11: yeah but i didnt want to go to bed
cheesetoastie11: i wanted to talk to u
fallingash: at least it's the weekend now :)))
cheesetoastie11: I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cheesetoastie11: IM HAVING A SLEEPOVER WITH MICHAEL
fallingash: fun
cheesetoastie11: I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cheesetoastie11: he's over rn
cheesetoastie11: and failing at mario kart hahahahhah
fallingash: i'm so good at mario kart
cheesetoastie11: oh????
fallingash: the best
cheesetoastie11: false
cheesetoastie11: BECAUSE IM THE BEST
fallingash: i don't believe you
cheesetoastie11: Y NOT
fallingash: because you've never seen my skills, baby
cheesetoastie11: i wanna see ur skills >:)
I look up from my phone as I hear Michael groan loudly, again. I laugh quietly when I see that he's come in fifth place, which is better than I thought he would do for being in twelfth place on the last lap.
"Good job," I tease, and he turns his head to face me.
"Thanks," he deadpans, and I laugh some more. He can't be too mad though, because he still won a first place trophy for overall score. "Play with me."
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60 Minutes // (Lashton)
FanfictionOn the wrist of each human being on Earth, there is a clock. The clock ticks down slowly; years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, until it hits zero-- meaning you've just met your soulmate. This is how it has been for as long as the peo...
