the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

five // ride

Michael took back what he said.

Tuesdays still sucked. Massively.

No sooner than the school was no longer in his view did it start to rain again. Michael groaned, taking off his bag and hunching over it so to not get it wet - There were other female things that needed to be, but that did not include his geography assignment.

Michael walked on, an insane amount of hatred for Tuesdays upon him. He'd wished he'd at least worn a jacket.

But that wasn't all he was thinking about; oh no, Ashton had very well clouded most of his thoughts throughout the day. He had not realized that this innocent, hazel-eyed, dimple-faced boy could be so... Kinky.

It turned Michael on.

With all these thoughts of his mancrush floating in his head, he failed to notice the black mustang slowing next to him. He looked over and very well had his heart skip a beat when he saw who was driving; Ashton.

"Need a ride?" He asked sweetly, dimples as deep as the Mariana's Trench appearing. Only if it's you, Michael commented in his head, but did not voice that thought. Instead, he jumped into the car without hesitation.

"Why were you in the rain?" Ashton asked as he turned into one of the main streets.

Michael shrugged his wet shoulders. "Thought I'd walk to school today. Horrible idea, especially since Tuesdays just love to screw with me."

Ashton let out a girlish giggle that made Michael's heart melt; he was so incredibly cute. "I get it. What's your address?"

Michael told him and all during the drive they made small talk. Ashton realized he was much more comfortable around the pale boy now rather than earlier.

"So," He said as they approached Michael's house. He pulled into the driveway and turned so he was facing the other lad. "Do Tuesdays still suck?"

Michael noticed the small smiles on both their faces. "After today, not so much." He said, wanting desperately to just grab Ashton and kiss him forever.

He barely managed to restrain himself.

So as Michael got out of the car, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush, he thought only about Ashton.

As Ashton drove home, feeling extremely giddy because of Michael, he thought only about Michael.

Both returned home in a good mood.

// an

I don't like how this ended but whatever.

I'd like to address something: most of these are written quite a while before I'm actually posting them. So if you see old-looking news in another chapter, it's probably cause I wrote it when it happened.

Okay? Okay.

bye lovesssss.//