The Young And The Hopeless || Cashton

Entry ii.

Ashton's POV.

Bambi was there. Since I didn't actually know his name, I simply called him Bambi -- it was the eyes. This time, he wasn't alone. I felt a pang of jealousy and I didn't know why. I didn't know who the guy was, for all I know he could only be his friend, but on the other hand, his friend was hot as well, so he might be his boyfriend. Fuck, for all I know, Bambi could be straight while I'm just here wanting to be with him from afar.

Bambi's friend was quite tall and built with blond hair that's styled in a quiff. His friend was wearing sunglasses and had a lip ring. He was quite good looking but he was nothing compared to the guy with the nicest brown eyes and the most perfect smile. From the blond's clothes, he looked like a guy with good music taste and also someone I wouldn't actually mind being friends with. He was wearing a Blink-182 shirt with black skinny jeans that were ripped and a pair of black vans. 

My eyes flickered back to the guy I've liked for a short while but knew nothing about. He wore almost the exact same thing, which was also what he wore almost every day. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a black muscle top, which showed his toned arms, with a pair of black converse. 

"C'mon, let's go Calum," the blond yelled as he got out of the metro. I furrowed my eyebrows. That wasn't Bambi's -- or now, Calum's, stop. He always got on before me but it was usually a couple of stops later, I would know, afterall I got out at the last stop because I decided having a job at the other side of town would be fun. Note the sarcasm. 

"Calum," I whispered to myself as I watched the boy I longed get out of the metro.