Rags Meets Riches [Lashton AU]

Chapter 8

[Luke's POV]

"Michael, stop spray painting dicks everywhere!"

I chuckled when Calum smacked the back of Michael's head and Michael pouted, but nodded and began making the dicks turn into a hammer. I rolled my eyes, spray painting the back of my penguin.

We do this often. It's like our hobby together, spray painting on the sides of buildings at night and whenever we hear sirens or people coming by, we would run and make sure not to get caught.

"So, there's a Halloween party soon," Calum said, adding red to his ugly stick figures. He's not very creative, but his art can be pretty entertaining and makes mine look better, so I don't complain.

I nodded, asking,"Who's?"

"Some guy in the neighborhood told me about it, I dunno man," He shrugged, grimacing when he made the stick figure have boobs by accident. He turned to Michael and frowned,"Sorry Mikey, I made you into a girl."

Michael gasped, glaring at him,"Well then!"

I laughed, then heard my phone beep and sat the can of spray paint down. I went through my coat and grabbed my phone, seeing it was a text from Ashton and smiled absent mindfully, reading it.

[From: Ashton :)]

My mum keeps lecturing me on the importance of silverware. She says the salad forks are completely different from regular ones, but why? They all look the same.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes and replied.

[To: Ashton :)]

I dunno. I mean, salad forks can't handle meat, it's too rough and hard. (;

I put my phone down and saw Michael and Calum glaring at me, both crossing their arms and I frowned,"What?"

"Was that Ashton?" Calum asked, raising an eyebrow and had that voice that meant he knew it was, but wanted me to answer him anyways.

I shrugged, continuing my tagging, "Yeah, so?"

"Lucas Robert Hemmings," Michael had a stern voice and grabbed the can from me, causing me to stand up and huff. "Ashton isn't the type of guy you should hang out with! He's rich and way too innocent. He could get you into trouble by telling on you."

I scowled, snatching the can from him. Before I could say anything, my phone beeped again and I flipped it open, reading the text and ignored their looks of disbelief, just cause I wasn't listening to them.

[From: Ashton :)]

hahaha, you're dirty. She went to bed, save me? ):

[To: Ashton :)]

Be there in a few :) x

I stuffed my phone in my pocket, packing up my spray paint and Calum groaned,"Are you going to see him?!"

"Yep, I'll be home later tonight," I told them, tossing the bag towards them and went to where my motorcycle was parked. I didn't glance back, knowing they were pissed off, but so was I.

They've always treated me like a kid, just cause they were a year older. So what? My parents may have kicked me out, however that didn't mean they needed to baby me. Unlike me, Michael ran away, he was irritated by his parents yelling at him about his school work.

That's how he met Calum, who's parents died and he lived on his own. I met Calum at school and we became friends. He was dating Michael not long after and when my parents kicked me out, he let me live with them and we moved when we got kicked out of the house.