the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

zero // chemistry

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"Fuck."

Ashton bent down as three of his textbooks fell out of his hands and onto the floor. He was going to be late for class, advanced chem, and he scrambled to pick them up. He shoved them in his bag as he stood straight, kicking his locker door shut before racing down the halls to his classroom.

Ashton wasn't a nerd, but he wasn't a dumbass either. He got nice grades (enough to keep his parents happy), had a good group of friends, didn't get picked on too much and didn't do any picking on. He was like a middle-class.

Did that even make any sense?

Ashton opened the door to his classroom just as the second bell rung. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mr. Cobin hadn't arrived, quickly taking his designated seat.

Ashton greeted his table partner Taylor politely before opening one of his books. They had been working on some formula recently and Ashton had been a bit confused during certain parts, so he liked to re-read the explanations to get a better hand on it. By the time Mr. Cobin did arrive, Ashton knew the formula like the back of his hand. He may get confused at times, but he managed to pick it up quickly.

After a quick explanation on the next part of the formula they would be working on, the teacher told his students to get to work. Ashton liked Taylor; she was quite good in chem, so as long as he participated slightly she wouldn't be upset.

During their work, Ashton was usually the one taking down notes and such, adding in comments as well. "That looks like a bit too little," He said as she was pouring in a tube of some bluish chemical.

Taylor tilted her head. "You're right, thanks." She said, before continuing to work.

Ashton sighed, drumming his fingers on his seat a bit. He knew he must look strange; Taylor was one of the hottest girls in his year, yet here he was looking quite unimpressed.

Well, that was because Ashton was gay.

He wasn't open about it, oh hell no. He'd be picked on way too much if he came out with it. Instead it was his little secret, and he enjoyed that very much.

He also enjoyed watching a certain boy.

His name was Michael Clifford. He was pale, green-eyed, blonde (though he constantly changed his hair colour- at the moment it was lilac) and quite handsome. Fourth period chemistry was all they had together other than music, and neither could be better.

They both had a passion for music - easily shown as they played instruments and sang quite well - and there was a certain chemistry between them they both didn't acknowledge.

Michael was like a popular outcast. He had his two close friends, Calum and Luke, but he mostly kept to himself. He didn't talk much, but when he did you always wanted to hear more. He could calm you down with just a few simple words, and he wasn't one to judge you.

He was the best of outcasts in Ashton's eyes.

Ashton looked away from his notes for a second, stealing a look at Michael while everyone was concentrated. Michael didn't seem to notice at first, but he never did.

Then Michael felt it; he knew every time who it was, seeing as they had been doing it since Year 8. The familiar light brown eyes belonging to the dimpled kid named Ashton Irwin who showed up nearly late every time for chemistry and whom always looked at him.

But Michael did the same.

Michael would never admit it, but he slightly fancied the older boy as well. He wasn't gay, but he was bisexual, though no one knew except Calum and Luke, his best mates. He still enjoyed girls, hell he did two a week, but he found a certain level with men he could never quite explain.

Michael looked up from his notes for a second, catching the eyes of the dimpled boy. They held each other's gaze for a second before Michael winked, as usual. Next, Ashton blushed (again - as usual. This was all very routinal.) and looked away as Michael did the same. He could feel the smirk tugging at his lips but forced it down, knowing that George, his partner, would question him about it.

And then the bell rang; the entire class got up, bags packed, and headed out the door to lunch.

Ashton and Michael did not look at each other again.

//an

they're so cute MASHTON JUST DKDIC ME ALREADY

who else wants a threesome with mashton like c'mon be honest

yeah okay bye.//