Mashton - The Blackout

Part 2 (Michaels P.O.V.)

I woke up with something heavy on my chest. I searched for the flashlight on the floor and lit it up seeing that Ashton boy sleeping on my chest. I must admit it was pretty damn adorable, he was smiling in his sleep revealing the deep dimples. His hair was curly and it was a dirt blonde color. He had beautiful hazel eyes, his eyes were shut but I noticed earlier.

I decided to try and not wake him yet, it was probably in the middle of the night but I didn't want him to wake up because of me. "So beautiful" I whispered to my self.

I got up, carefully placing Ashton's head on the ground and walked around, looking at DVD's.

Dang. I just realized I'd been sleeping and it was in the middle of the night on a Thursday. I didn't have my phone either. But again, my parents probably weren't even home.

My cleaning lady Marie basically raised me, she was about fifty and had short blonde hair and a cute smile. She was the one taking me to the hospital when I broke my arm when I was nine and she was the one who told me everything was gonna be alright when my cat died when I was eleven. I called her aunt Marie. My parents were never home and when they actually were, dinner was the only time we saw each other.

But it wasn't all bad, I usually had parties every weekend and they were epic. I know I'm pretty popular at school and everyone wants to come to my parties. Of course everyone can't. I'm not a jugdy person or anything like that, but you can't invite everyone.

All of the sudden I dropped the flashlight to the ground and a huge echo spread across the room. Fuck. "Hello? Michael?" I heard a tired Ashton say. I felt guilty for waking him up. "Uh, yeah. I'm here!" I said picking up the flashlight and pointed at my self. "What was that noise?", I chuckled at his tired voice. "Just dropped the flashlight." I walked back to him and he got up. "Did I sleep long?" He asked. Damn, that voice. "U-uh, I don't know. I woke up like ten minutes ago." "So, what do you wanna do now?"