"where can i put my stuff?"
"your- your stuff?"
"yeah...? i'm sleeping over, right?"
HE'S SLEEPING OVER.
"oh, yeah, right. um, just on the floor over there." i point to the far right corner of the living room, smiling shyly. he smiles and walks over and setting his stuff down.
but holy fucking shit he's sleeping over. like actually sleeping in my house. oh, my god. just me and him. alone. c'mon ashton, flirt your ass off.
"i don't really have much to do...i'm sorry." i rock back and forth on the heels of my feet, sticking my hands in my sweat pants pockets.
"that's okay, we can just talk." he says, his cute grey onsie making him look even more adorable.
talk. hm. not exactly what i had in mind, but okay.
"that's cool, too." i say, and sit down on my blow up mattress. he doesn't ask, but just automatically sits next to me and rests his hands in his lap. it stays quiet for a second or two, but i build up as much confidence as i can and actually start a fucking conversation.
"so, luke, how old are you?"
"um...seventeen? yeah, i'm seventeen." the whole sentence comes out as more of a question, but i just let it slide and give him a polite smile.
"oh. i'm nineteen." i say. he looks down at his hands and i swear he mumbles something, but i just can't make it out and i really don't wanna ask.
"do you..live alone?" i ask, trying to form some kind of conversation.
he nods. "yeah."
gee, one syllable. isn't this a great sleepover. turn up.
"you live alone at seventeen? really?"
"my mom...she, uh, she died when i was fifteen. i lived with my aunt for almost two years until one day she just left me alone and never came back. i dropped out of school when i sixteen and i never looked back. i live alone. that's that."
his words shock me for a second- that's a big part of his past and he told me about it. someone he barely knows.
i realize i look like a weirdo just staring at him. i clear my throat awkwardly, shifting myself on the bed. "i'm really sorry about your mom, luke. i bet she was great."
"she was." is all he says, looking down at the floor and cracking q smile. i just know he's thinking of his mother.
he shakes his head softly, turning his attention back to me. he "so, ashton, how about you? how's your life?" he smiles.
boring. dull. plain.
"i'm not very interesting or what you would call extraordinary. i'm just a kid who dropped out of school and became a bigger nobody than i was before."
shit, where did that come from?
his eyebrows furrow, but that's quickly replaced with a smile as he puts his arm around my shoulders playfully. "you're not a nobody to me. i think you're quite amazing!" he exclaims.
i blush slightly at his words and pray to god that he doesn't see it, but since he's so close to me, i'm pretty sure he does. "thanks, luke." i say, fumbling with my hands while the smile on my face only widens. he nods as to say you're welcome and pulls his arm away, leaving me with a somewhat empty feeling.
