the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

thirty-six // routine

They pulled away immediately, eyes wide and lips parted.

Michael was the first to speak. "Cal I-"

But Calum didn't let Michael finish; instead, he took his face into his hands and kissed him again, harder this time.

"Don't," He whispered between heavy breaths and urgent touches. "It's okay. I like it."

//

ashton: hey luke, have you seen michael?

luke: no, why? have you seen calum?

ashton: he hasn't come back to his house. is something wrong with cal?

luke: idk. he hasn't answered any of messages or calls.

ashton:....do you think they're okay?

Ashton bit his lip, a knot of uncertainty and worry in his stomach.

luke: yeah, of course.

luke: of... of course.

Ashton sighed, his hand running through his damp hair. He had hoped a shower would clear his mind, but it only made him overthink.

luke: i gtg, i'll talk to you later.

ashton: bye luke

luke: bye ash

Ashton set down his phone, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He didn't know what to think anymore; first Michael, now Calum?

Something didn't feel right.

So he picked up his phone again, and pressed 3.

//

"Michael just answer your phone goddammit, this is like the fiftieth time it's rung." Calum said with a roll of his eyes as he and Michael lay in his bed.

"But - but - fine," Michael gave in, reaching for his phone which lay on the bedside table. He slid the answer button, bringing the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Michael oh my god you answered oh I just Luke and I were so worried and I didn't know what to do since you didn't come home and oh my f*cking god I'm sorry about Molly but just let me explain-"

Michael sat up, his blood cold by the time Ashton had started saying his name. "Ash?" He whispered so quietly he didn't know if the phone picked it up. "Ashton, slow down." He said louder now, finding his voice.

"Hey, you're supposed to say that to me." Calum chuckled, his tan arms wrapping around Michael pale chest.

"What?" Michael heard Ashton say over the phone. "Michael - Are you with someone?"

"Um, yeah."

"Who?"

"Erm, Calum."

There was silence on Ashton's end, and the only sound Michael heard was his breathing; in one way, it was nice. In another, it made him nervous.

The line went dead.

//

Wednesday -

Wake up. Fake sickness. Watch. Eat. Blast Green Day. Sleep.

Thursday -

Wake up. Fake sickness. Watch. Eat. Blast Blink-182. Sleep.

Friday -

Wake up. Fake sickness. Watch. Eat. Blast Mayday Parade. Sleep.

That was Ashton's routine for the rest of the week. He couldn't bear going to school, he couldn't handle potentially seeing what he thought he might see.

It scared him too much.

//

Wednesday -

Wake up. Skip breakfast. Wait for Ash. Leave without Ash. Act happy. Go home. Sleep.

Thursday -

Wake up. Skip breakfast. Wait for Ash. Leave without Ash. Act happy. Go home. Sleep.

Friday -

Wake up. Skip breakfast. Wait for Ash. Leave without Ash. Act happy. Go home. Sleep.

Michael wasn't any better.

//an

and to think you guys thought everything was cool in the land of mashton

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NEVER

HAHAHAHA

okay I seem like I'm insane but trust me I'm fine

k no I just made the best French toast ever so I'm totally high on maple syrup

byeeeeee IM GONNA GO JUMP ON THE COUCH AND SING GOOD GIRLS BC FAVE RN

ACTUALLY SPEAKING OF WHICH OMG OMG FEELS IORNSOCNWJS.//