Life In Different Colors (A Lashton Fic)

Chapter Three

The party only lasted a few hours before every one got tired of pretending to have fun and went home.

I lay on top of my made bed and stare at the ceiling. I made a grocery list that consists mainly of more coffee and cereal, it's sitting on my counter and I'll drop it off in the morning.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, I sigh. "Hello?"

"Ashton, how are ya? How do you like that place? Hopefully you aren't making any friends." My agent, Ryan, doesn't want me to make nice with anyone here because he fears it'll be a distraction from the book.

"It's great here, it's beautiful, especially at night. No, I've not a made a single friend, I haven't even met anyone." I lie about the last part. Just to assure him that the book is my top priority.

I hear him sigh in relief on the other end, "This book is going to be your best one yet. I can feel it."

I just tell him that he's said that about all of my other books and ideas then he tells me that this one is actually it and I hang up.

I slowly fall asleep to the silence of my empty cabin.

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I wake up to the sound of rain hitting the earth. The skies are cloudy but it's calming, the soft sound of water against the window is calming.

I was never one to mind walking in the rain. I pull on a pair of skinny jeans and a big sweater to keep me warm before venturing out into the storm. I keep the folded grocery list in my pocket to protect it.

There's puddles surrounding the office building and my inner child is tempted to step in them and splash myself but to keep myself sort of presentable I don't.

I walk into the office and see someone bent over looking at papers, I assume it's Dylan so I speak up "Hey, I have that list."

The person immediately spins around and it's soon revealed that it's actually his son, Luke, I think was his name.

"You're so wet." He says.

"Uhhh..."

"Is it raining that hard out?" He tilts his head to side in a questioning manor and I laugh softly, "Yeah, little bit."

"Well, can I help you with anything?" He smiles. His blonde hair stands tall, just as it did last night. He's wearing a black and white raglan tee with black skinny jeans. I take note that our styles are very similar.

I pull the list out of my pocket and set it on the counter. He nods and places it in a folder with other lists also drawn on with messy handwriting.

"Thanks." I say.

"So why are you staying here?" He asks, leaning against the counter.

I shrug "I'm writing a book."

"And what're you writing about?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

I chuckle and say "A man. A man staying in a cabin and excluding himself from humanity and until he likes himself again. It's a sort of strange concept."

He laughs back at me, "This isn't an autobiography, is it?"

I shake my head and just as I do, Luke's father emerges from somewhere in the back. "Oh, hey Ashton!" He smiles wide.

I smile back and explain why I'm here.

"You're groceries will be dropped off at your house when I get back from buying them." He tells me, though I can't seem to focus on him.

I tell him I have to get back and we all exchange simple goodbyes before I walk back into the rain. Its calmed down a bit but it still hard enough to soak through my clothes.

~

I spend the rest of the afternoon writing.

I sit down at my desk with my last cup of coffee and let the sounds of outside flood my ears as I concentrate on the book.

Have you ever been so into something that the whole world could be burning down around you and you wouldn't notice? That's me when I'm writing. It's like all I can see is my paper and all I can hear is my pen scratching down my thoughts.

Except right now because I swear I just heard someone open a door.

I set my pen down and listen intently, the weather making it difficult. I don't hear anything for a few moments so I start to write again.

At least three minutes goes by and I hear another noise, this time is sounds like footsteps.

I slowly stand up and walk towards the stairs examine my 'bedroom' below. The sounds get louder, I can hear things being set down and bags rustling. I tiptoe around the stairs and into my kitchen.

There, in my house, stands that boy with a lip piercing putting cereal in my cupboard.

"Um, hello." I say loudly.

He just turns his head to look at me and smiles, "Oh, hey. You never answered the door so I let myself in."

"I didn't hear the door. It was unlocked? And why are you putting food in my cabinets?"

He sits a milk jug on the counter and turns around fully to talk to me, he puts both hand behind him on the counter and I can't help but admire the small bit of skin showing between his shirt and jeans. "I figured you didn't, yes, and I was trying to be nice." He shrugs.

I slowly nod, still kind of afraid he's in my house. He doesn't seem like he could do much harm, in fact he seems sweet.

I'm not sure why, I have no idea as to what made me ask, because I am not here to make friends but as soon as Luke turns to put more groceries away I blurt out "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

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(A/N) Short update, since it's not long there will be another one sooner than how long this one took. Also, there will be Laston soon, very soon, just be patient ;). COMMENT! Are you guys liking this story?