Gray Day ∞ ashton a.u (being rewritten)

two

"You look like you're in a good mood," someone said sarcastically to my right. I looked up from where my feet dug into the sand, right at the water's edge, just in time to catch the tall blonde that was Luke sit down next to me.

"I'm just glowing, aren't I?" I chuckled, leaning into him and immediately warming to his touch.

"Absolutely radiant," he laughed, poking me gently in the side. "What's on your mind, Mia Mia?"

"It's Mila, Lewis," I rolled my eyes but allowed a small smile.

"Okay, that doesn't even work because my name isn't Lucas so it can't be a play on that," Luke whined, wrinkling his nose at me.

"But have you seen Meet the Robinsons?" I teased, thinking of the main character of the movie, with his wild blonde hair and blue eyes. When Luke and I met, he thought I said Mia instead of Mila and it sort of stuck around. He told me his name was Luke, and for a while I called him Lucas, but when he called me Mia, he became Lewis. I couldn't have picked a better name for him because when he went through his hair-quiffing phase, he looked like Lewis in Meet the Robinsons.

"You forced me to watch that movie every week until I stopped quiffing my hair," he rolled his eyes at me and I laughed at the memory.

"You looked like you were seven feet tall," I shrugged, glancing over at him. "Actually, come to think of it...you still do."

"Oh, hush," he nudged my shoulder. "So what's with you?"

I opened my mouth only to realize that I had nothing to say. I couldn't explain it, the sudden strange - unsettling - feeling I go in my stomach. At some point in the day my stomach had started twisting itself in knots. By now, it felt like the sickly still feeling in my stomach hadalso moved up to my chest. It felt like cold, clammy hands, creeping through me and clasping my heart, squeezing it until I was breathless.

"Would it be odd to say that I don't even know?" I asked, chuckling weakly to try and lessen the odd feeling I got.

"I think that ten out of ten times I don't understand what I feel," Luke admitted with a sheepish smile, his blue eyes roaming across the beach until they landed on Holly, who stood at the water's edge with Michael. Her blonde curls were pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her freckled cheekbones as they chucked rocks into the ocean.

"You're hopeless," I laughed lightly at him and he scowled. Everyone seemed to know about his massive crush on our other friend, Holly. Except for her.

"You don't think I have a chance?" he scoffed, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I think you have a chance," I shrugged, my eyes scanning his face. "You're just too much of a wuss to do anything about it."

"I - what - no," Luke looked genuinely offended and slightly flustered. "What makes you think that?"

"It's been years, Lucas," I said. "You've liked Holly since freshman year and you never did a thing."

"I just..." he frowned. "I don't want to mess it up. If I did...if i messed up our friendship or something. It's not like I'd be able to undo it all."

"What do you mean?"

"Like...you know," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Get a redo. Haven't you ever done something you wish you could go back in time and change?"

"Yeah. I think we all have, Luke," I admitted, glancing down at my hands in my lap.

He didn't say anything for a while after that and we sat there quietly, listening to Michael and Holly's laughter.