the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

thirty-one // truly

It seemed as if all the heat in the house dropped. Harry's, Lauren's and Ashton's eyes grew wide in fear, Anne covered her mouth to mask her gasp, and Michael went rigid, glaring at the man he hated with every last cell in his body.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael asked coldly. Joseph shrugged, a cruel smile on his thin lips.

"Oh, nothing. I just don't want a lad like you fooling around with my here good and mannered Ash," He said, placing a hand on Ashton's shoulder.

"Stop touching me!" Ashton said, trying to shake off his hand, which Joseph refused to move and only pressed deeper in, reducing Ashton's protests to whimpers of pain.

"Joseph!" Anne exclaimed, standing up from her seat. "Let go of him this instant."

"Or what?" Joseph questioned.

"Or - Or - I will - um - I will call the police on you," Anne threatened, though her eyes betrayed her. They showed the fear she was trying desperately to hide.

"Right, good luck with that," Joseph said with a roll of his eyes, pressing even harder as Ashton struggled to get out.

"Let go of him," Michael spoke in a dangerously low voice. "This is assault."

"No, actually, it isn't," Joseph said with a mocking tone.

Michael's fists were clenched at his sides, debating whether or not to punch Joseph in the face. "Let. Go. Or do you want me to mess your face up your face even more than it already is?"

Joseph unconsciously touched the still bruised side of his face, his eyes flickering to where Harry's baseball bat rested against the wall. "I'm watching you, Clifford," He said. "Don't go messing up my boy."

"You know what, that's f*cking it," Ashton said, finally shaking off his hand, growing irritated and upset that Joseph talked to Michael like that. "I'm not 'your boy' and you're not my father. You don't get a say in what I can and can't do. I'm old enough to make decisions for myself, and if that's loving Michael with my entire being than so be it. You can't change that. No one can."

The room grew silent as Ashton finished his speech, heavy breaths falling from his lips. "Ash...?" Michael trailed, his breath caught in his throat; Ashton had said he loved Michael. He didn't know anyone could do that.

"Young man, I will not be spoken to like that," Joseph said, a warning tone in his voice.

"I'm not a young man. If anything, I'm the man of this house, seeing as you're so much of a coward you went and ruined an innocent family."

Michael tried desperately to hide his smirk and giggles as Joseph turned red, his dark eyes darkening even more. His eyes flickered towards the red haired boy, his entire body tense. "You think it's funny, boy?" He spat, quite literally as some hit Ashton in the face.

"I don't think it's that funny, I think you're face is funnier," Michael retaliated, his lips curling into the smirk he wanted to hide.

"You little son of-"

"Joseph, I think that's enough," Anne snapped, and everyone turned to look at her. Her hands shook and her face was red in anger, eyes flickering between her son and the cruel man she had been forced to take in. "You can go up to your room now."

"Anne, honey, I'm a grown man. You don't tell me what to do."

"I will tell you what to do unless you want to go back to jail."

Joseph shut up after this, stepping away from the family. "You are all blind. So blind." He said with a shake of his head, beginning to climb the stairs.

"Before you leave, apologize to these two boys, please." Anne said. Joseph stopped on the middle step, turning slightly with a cold smile on his pale face.

"Never."

//

"I'm really sorry, once again," Ashton apologized as they drove through Sydney. Him and Michael had both decided they needed a bit of a break and were currently looking for, well, anything. "God, he's such a d¡ck."

//an *drowns self in holy water*//

"It's fine," Michael said quietly, his forehead creased together. "Listen Ash, I need to ask you something." Michael's voice was laced with nervousness, unsure of how Ashton would respond.

"What is it?" He asked as he spotted a park with what looked like a large hill. He parked outside of it, unlocking the doors. The two boys got out, walking side by side, wanting to hold the other's hand, to the top.

"Did you... Did you mean what you said before?" Michael asked hesitantly, his eyes trailing up to meet Ashton's in the growing darkness. "About... About loving me?"

Ashton felt heat rise to his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know... I wasn't really thinking. Everything just kind of spilled out."

"So does that mean?..."

"Yes, yes I think I do love you."

Michael's face broke out into a large smile as he moved closer to Ash, not caring about the possible grass stains on his pants but just wanting to be able to touch him. "Really? Really and truly?" He asked, a large bubble of joy inside his chest.

"Yeah," Ashton said, taking Mikey's smaller hand in his. "Really and truly."

Michael couldn't stop smiling as he intertwined their fingers. "Good," He said and Ashton turned his head so they could properly look at each other. "Because I think I love you too."

Ash pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to suppress his smile. "Really?" He asked quietly, noticing the close proximity of their faces.

"Really." Michael said.

"Positive?"

"100%."

"Truly?"

"Truly."

"For re-"

"For f*ck's sake just shut up and kiss me."

Ashton didn't hesitate to oblige.

//an

idk how to use the word oblige but I like it so there it is

I'm so hungry my mom is gone to get ready for a wedding and my dad can't cook 😫 help me

erm yeah so joseph's still a butthole michael and ashton love each other ashton came out they're still not dating (don't kill me pls) and nothing is happening in the land of cake

that just about sums it up

idk if imma double update today the next chapter's finished and all but meh

idkkkkkkkkkkkk

is it just me who sometimes uses idk irl tho

come on don't lie

oh schist this an is long okay um I'm gonna go fight for food I hope y'all have a good day ily byeeee.//