Mashton - The Blackout

Part 4 (Michaels P.O.V.)

I regreted asking the question as soon as it left my mouth. Fuck. Of course he likes girls, I mean, look at him! He thinks that I'm a weirdo now.. He looked really anxious, what was he gonna say?

I started. "Look.." I was cut off by the brown haired boy. "No! Shut up! So what if I like boys, I'm not worth any less than you! I actually am proud of my self, I'm stuck here with a freaking homophobic but you know what? I don't care, I like being gay so fuck off. We are all equal!" I was breathless. I had no words. I had no clue what to respond to that. "I cursed...", he pouted. I couldn't hold back my laugh and he looked up, about to give me another lecture.

"I-I'm not a homophobic, I just wondered. And damn, that speach. I should be more like you Ashton" I said, trying not to sound completely pathetic. "Really? Why would you be more like me?" he muttered. "Because you are fucking incredible, I don't even know you Ashton, but I can tell you are an amazing person." I admitted. It's true, I didn't really know the guy. Hell, we had known each other for a couple of hours, mostly spent sleeping or asking random questions. But one thing was for sure, I needed to get to know him. 

He was blushing and looking down to the floor. After a while he looked up and said a simple "thank you", and laid down on the floor. I laid next to him. It was completetly quiet for what felt like hours before I finally asked "so, do you have any food in here?" He giggled and got up on his feet, bringing the flashlight to some sort of back room and came back with some chips and a bottle of soda. "This is all I could find." "It'll do" I laughed. We layed on the floor talking for hours before we both dozed off, a little closer to each other than we should have been laying.