Life In Different Colors (A Lashton Fic)

Chapter Five

The next day when I sit down to write, all I seem capable of thinking of is the boy. I want to make all my, and there isn't that many, characters resemble him.

I notice my main character even starts to use phrases Luke uses often when telling a story.

This is stupid, I can't like him. I can't like a boy like him.

I get up and wonder around my house, I'm trying to distract myself of him and focus on what I need to get done. I've been slacking on writing and I should have at least written the first chapter by now.

I should have at least gotten past the first few pages by now.

My phone rings; "Hello?"

"Oh, Hey, Mr, I mean, Ashton. It's me. I'm Luke. Hi."

Jesus Christ, "Hello, Luke."

"My dad wanted me to call and tell you that you've got quit a bit of mail waiting for you here." He clears his throat.

I guess I could take a break from all the hard writing I'm doing. "I'll be right there."

I take the long walk to the office and enter to find Luke organizing some papers, he's wearing a beanie today. It look nice on him.

He looks up at me and smiles "How's the book thing going?"

"Oh, ya know. It's going bookish and stuff." Did I just say bookish?

He nods, slightly confused. "Oh okay, well here's all your mail."

I take the rather large stack from him and raise it to him as a 'thank you'.

Just as I'm about to exit he stops me by saying, "I think I left my sweatshirt at your place."

He looks at me with big eyes and I stare back at him. "Let's go get it."

He yells to the back that he's going away and will return soon.

The walk back to my house is filled with Luke talking about something that I'm not paying attention to because I can't stop admiring the way his mouth looks.

I unlock my door and set the mail on the counter, Luke follows close behind me.

I can't hang out with him, if I do I will get nothing done today. I'm going to have to find away to get him to leave without telling him I want him gone.

"You can look for your sweatshirt, I'm going to take a shower." I hurriedly say and lock my self in the bathroom. I hear him walking around, I turn the water on.

I step into the warm stream and forget about my little issue, I mean, he's just some teenage boy. It's silly to even think of him.

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I wipe the fog off the mirror and examine my wet features, my hair looks even more curly when it's damp. My face shines with water.

I've always thought I was sort of attractive, I'm not handsome or anything but I'm decent looking.

I grab a towel and run it quickly over my body then ruffle it through my hair as I open the bathroom door. I didn't have time to bring clothes with me so I head for my closet, wrapping the towel around my waist as I go.

"Did you have fun?"

In fear, I quickly spin around and see Luke, standing in my kitchen with one eyebrow raised.

"Holy shit. I thought you left." I say, genuinely a little scared for my safety.

"Is that why we're walking around naked?" He laughs.

I blush and change the topic, "Did you find your sweatshirt?"

He looks a little confused at first then says "Oh no, It must be at my house."

I nod once. "Can I get dressed now?"

He turns around and places his hands over his eyes but I still watch him as I drop the towel and replace it with clothes, just in case.

(A/N) I believe this is the longest I've gone without updating, I've been so busy guys.

I honestly feel like I have such a good idea for this story and I'm not doing the idea justice with my writing. I'm kind of losing passion for this story, but I'm going to push through it for a few more chapters and see if I can pick it up.

I really hope you guys are liking this story, I wish I could write it better.

Im thinking of starting another story so be on the look out for that :). COMMENT!