the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

thirty-four // caught

If Michael was going to be honest, he was scared.

Waking up Tuesday morning, he was frightened beyond belief that something bad was going to happen. After... Well.

He got up - eleven minutes late, to be exact - rushing to brush his teeth, shower, and find a washed pair of jeans. He grabbed a Sex Pistols top, heading downstairs to where Nanie had burned his waffles.

"Sorry, Tweety," She apologized, taking a spoonful of her oatmeal.

"It's okay," Michael said, trying not to look annoyed; he hadn't eaten much the night before and was starving. "Do you have like 3 euros? I think I'll get something from school instead."

"There should be some change in the living room, you know where I keep it right?" Nanie said, moving slowly to put the bowl in the sink.

"Yeah," The tired boy said, moving quickly to take the bowl from his grandmother. //an fEELS HELP.// "Here, Nans, I'll do it." He said, placing the ceramic bowl in the empty sink.

"Thank you, Tweety. Have a good day at school." Nanie said, giving Michael a small kiss on the cheek.

"I have a geography test today. This isn't going to go well."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll do fine."

"How?"

"Your cheat sheet is peeking out from your sleeve. By the way, I'm pretty sure the capital of Hong Kong isn't Chi Chong."

"Dammit, Calum."

//

Michael knew Tuesdays were never going to be considered a day to him ever again. They were dead in his mind. Did not exist. Only created for him by the devil himself.

Michael was hating everything; he hated chemistry, he hated the bell, he hated Ashton and most of all he hated the biggest sl*t of the century, Molly.

His heart dropped into his shoes and his light mood fell; there, Ashton was, right outside the classroom, pressed against the lockers with his lips attached to none other than Molly's.

Michael hated the fact that all he could do was stand there and watch the person who meant the absolute world to him, who he actually thought he meant something to, freaking snog someone else.

He didn't know where, but somewhere inside of Michael something told him he had enough. Anger boiled, and before he knew it Molly was thrown off off Ashton and his finger was being shoved into the older boy's chest.

"You liar!" He yelled, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to spill over. "You freaking big ass liar! You didn't mean it did you? You didn't mean anything! And for what? So you could try and make me feel better? Get attention? Goddammit Ashton tell me!"

Michael took a step back, his chest heavy and his breaths shaky. He didn't want to be standing there at that moment, he wanted all the stares to go away, he wanted to go home and cry forever and eat pizza and watch Family Guy over and over again.

Most of all, he never wanted to see Ashton again.

"Michael, no, I-" Ashton. Tried to explain but Michael shook his fallen head. He shoved his books into someone's - he thought it was Freddy - arms, before sprinting down the hall and out of the school, tears spilling over like the destruction of the Hoover Dam.

//

"What the hell did you do to Michael?" Luke asked at lunch upon grabbing Ashton by his shirt and pushing him into a locker. Calum stood behind him, his arms crossed but his features unsure.

"What are you-"

"Why the hell did someone tell me Michael ran home crying?" Luke interrupted, pushing Ashton further. "I swear to God Irwin, what the f*ck did you do?"

Ashton sighed as his head dropped. He felt like falling and crumbling to the ground, he wanted to cry forever. He couldn't bear to think about what had happened with Michael, even if it wasn't entirely his fault.

"I- Oh God, Luke, I'm so freaking sorry. But he doesn't understand, he wouldn't let me explain-"

"Then explain. You have 43 minutes."

//an

sHORTEST CHAPTER EVER WUT

BUT WTF

MICHAEL ASHTON WHYYYY I JUST

KMS

BYE

IM DONE

CYA.

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