Life In Different Colors (A Lashton Fic)

Chapter Two

Sleeping was never something I did much of. Like most, I am always more creative late at night. So while others were dreaming I was writing.

Tonight, I decide to go for a walk so I can take in my surroundings. I bring my notebook and a pen. I take note of things I think would help make a good description of this place.

Being out here where there's no lights and no noise is a huge change from what I'm used to. I've grown to like the chaotic sounds and bright lights New York City has to offer.

Here, it's different. Besides the ones coming from cabins, the only light is the moon. There's a constant calming noise of trees moving with the breeze or animals coming out for the night.

It's a very peaceful, beautiful place.

I basically walk in a big circle and eventually reach my house once again.

I want to watch the sunrise and I think it'd be better to sleep and wake up to it than chance staying awake that early.

I set an alarm on my phone before crawling into the new bed for the first time and instantly passing out.

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My alarm wakes me up only a few hours after falling asleep. The sun is just starting to rise and I walk to the kitchen area, opening the cabinets. They're mostly empty except a few plates, a couple plastic cups, and coffee beans.

Fortunately, this place comes with a few things I couldn't live without.

The newish looking coffee pot quietly hums as I poor hot water into the top of it.

An authors watching the sunrise while drinking coffee. How cliché, I think.

My plans for today include coffee, write, shower, write, sleep, and oh, yeah, I should probably go to the 'not an actual party' tonight since I'm the technical guest of honor.

It wouldn't be too bad to know the other people who are avoiding people with me.

I pull my shirt over my head so I'm only in a pair of boxers and grab my glasses from my nightstand. I only wear them when working.

I jog up the stairs and look at the space I'll be using. It's any empty space with carpet and a desk facing the bed below.

There's a door on the back wall that's about closet size that holds a washer and dryer.

I sit down and examine the papers in front of me. I never liked typing, computers are great and all but nothing beats a pen on paper.

I start writing, I name my main character Michael, I make him tall and slender. He's different from characters I've written before. He's new.

I write for several hours till my hand starts to hurt to bad to continue, I've always liked that feeling.

Athletes like the pain from practice, musician like the loud noise and sweat, It's all the same.

Steam from the hot water heats up the bathroom as I stand naked in front of the mirror. I never really liked myself. It's not like I hate the way I look, I just feel to skinny, all bone.

I shake my head and step in the stream of water, it burns my skin but feels good.

I loose track of time and when I finally get out, towel wrapped around my waist, I realize it's time for the not party.

I wear skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red long sleeved flannel.

It's cool to be fashionably late for these kind of things, right?

I hope so because I'm going to be anyway. I decide to walk instead of taking the cart. I don't like it very much, the wind messes up my hair.

It's just getting dark out and the bugs are alive and well, based on their sound. I like them when I can't see them.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, I arrive at the office building. There's other carts parked off to the side. I walk in and there's arrows taped to the floor leading to a door in the hallway.

I open the door and see a large, well lit room with two tables and about ten people. The room is way oversized for the amount of people who are actually here. There's a table with no chairs but a punch bowl sitting at one end of the room. It honestly looks like an awkward office party.

"Ashton!" The man from earlier calls when he sees me. I need to learn his name.

"Hey." I smile.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks around, "let me introduce you."

There's a small chatter amongst the people who are pretty spread out in groups of two. The first person I meet is a lady name Vivian who is here while her and her husband go through a divorce. Next, a couple named Matt and Alyssa, honeymoon.

I meet a lawyer who's going crazy, a man just here on vacation, and I finally figured out the mans name. Dylan.

After I awkwardly introduce myself and explain why I'm staying here I go to get something to drink.

Dylan comes up to me and says "I didn't mention it yesterday but if you make a grocery list and leave it in the front office it'll get added to the others. I go to the store every two weeks so write enough to last. The cost will be charged to your final total."

I nod, thinking that's a decent system.

"There's one last person you got to meet." He says. "My son."

He walks me over to a tall boy I didn't even see before. He's just a few inches taller than I am, blonde, a bit skinnier than my self. He has his lip pierced and his hair stands tall, probably adding to his own height.

When we catch his attention he smiles at me and shoots his arm out, extending a hand. I take it.

"Luke." He smiles.

He has a nice mouth.

"I'm Ashton." I return the smile.

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(A/N) Update :-) I know these are taking longer than my last fic but the chapters need more detail and become a lot longer, so I hope you all don't mind too much! Comment :)