the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

eighteen // surprise

//um okay I forgot to mention that Ash is eighteen in this and Michael will be turning that in two-ish months (it's September in the story) so yeah okay.

continue.

ps. this chapter is a little descriptive, but I don't think it's too bad.//

Michael strummed unattentively, not knowing exactly what he was playing. He had way too many thoughts in his head and didn't know how to get them out.

First, there was the whole living-with-Nanie thing. He loved his Nanie very, very much, but he worried that maybe one day while he was out or at school something would happen to her and he wouldn't be able to help.

Second, there was Ashton.

Everything always came back to Ashton.

Ash had always seemed like the boy-next-door type to Michael, and now it was for real. Though Michael was still quite unaware of how Ashton felt about him, his feelings for the dimpled lad simply seemed to grow as the seconds passed.

Michael fantasizes day and night about Ashton, especially his lips. Michael longed for them, he needed to feel them at least once. At least.

Sighing, he realized finally what chords he was playing. Knowing Nanie was downstairs watching Coronation Street, he began to sing softly.

Hello there,

The angel from my nightmare,

The shadow in the background of the morgue.

The unsuspecting victim,

of darkness in the valley,

we can live like Jack and Sally if we want.

Where you can always find me,

We'll have Halloween on Christmas,

And in the night we'll wish this never ends.

We'll wish this never ends.

Michael continued the song, his voice getting louder as he got further into it. He thought of how much the song reminded him of how he felt with Ashton; safe.

For once, he felt safe.

"I miss you, I miss you." He finished, setting down his favourite acoustic guitar. He held his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. He really wanted to go see Ashton, but couldn't musk up the courage since he had become quite the pansy ever since Ashton talked to him for the first time.

"Screw this." He said, looking up.

He fell off his bed.

Ashton sat on the windowsill, an amused and pleased smile on his face. He swung his legs gently, the cool evening air hitting his back. "How would you have sex with the floor? Would you just thrust into it or something?" He asked sarcastically, grinning. Michael rolled his eyes, climbing back on to his bed. "Oh, hi to you too."

"Hey," Michael said. "What are you doing here? How long have you been here for?"

"You ask too many questions," Ashton said, slipping in properly and closing the window. He took a seat in Michael's spinny chair, spinning himself around to face Michael. "Well, I was bringing your surprise, and then I heard you singing and decided to listen. I've been here since you started strumming."

"Surprise?" Michael's ears perked up. "Really?"

"Yup," Ashton said with an excited smile. "But first, we're going to the pharmacy."