DNA - ON HOLD

Chapter five

''Go cuddle with Mikey, I'm busy right now, Ash,'' I told the clingy boy as I searched in my closet for my black jeans. I know there's a pair hidden in there, I've put it here to save it when there's emergency like right now.

I have a meeting with a guy from a laboratory. He said he found the 'invention of the revolution'. I'm curious to see what it is because I know I created the best invention. But I'm not telling anyone. Not yet. 

He pouted, looking at me with big, sad eyes. ''Why? Wanna cuddle with Lukey, not Mikey.'' He wrapped his arms around my middle, holding tight. 

I chuckled. ''I'd love too but I have things to do right now. We can cuddle when I'm done.''

He shook his head. ''No. Want now.'' He stomps his foot on the floor like a three years old.

I had to try my best to not laugh at his behavior. It was funny to see him getting mad over something as simple as a cuddle but I can't give in and let him have his cuddle. I have to teach his that he can't have everything he wants right away. 

''I have to meet up with someone, I'll be back in an hour or so. Michael's gonna stay here with you.'' 

He crossed his arms, pouting as I put on my jeans, trying to not look at the curly boy for too long, feared to give in. 

  When I came back from meeting with Dr Shmits, my ears perked up as I heard crying sounds along with someone else's - probably trying to sooth the crying one, failing miserably. What's going on?

''It's okay, Ash,'' said Michael.

''W-want L-Lukey,'' I heard a small voice filled with pain and sadness. 

I rushed to the living room but saw Ashton curled up in a ball on the floor, holding his forehead as a couple sobs were heard. 

''I can't let you alone with him without something happening,'' I remarked, sending death glares at Michael, rushing to the crying boy, pushing my friend away.

''I'm sorry Lu-''

''Cut it off, you'll explain yourself later,'' I snapped. He said nothing and got up from the floor, sitting on the couch. 

''L-Lukey? That you?'' asked Ashton's teary voice, peaking with an eye trough his elbow.

I nod, couching down next to him. ''What happened, Love?'' I asked, carding my fingers trough his messy hair, careful to not pull at the knots and hurt him more. ''Why are you crying?''

''It h-hurt.'' 

''Where does it hurt?'' 

''Here,'' he replied, holding his forehead. 

''Can you sit up so I can look at it?'' 

He nodded slowly, sitting up, revealing his tear stained cheeks, a couple tears still falling down.  He pulled his hands away from his forehead and I winced, seeing a small cut there and bleeding. I need to clean this or it'll get infected. I told Ashton to stay there while I went to the bathroom, retrieving some peroxide to clean the cut and ointment along with something to put over like a band-aid. 

Ashton winced and let out a few whines as I cleaned his cut, chanting that it was hurting and stinging. I apologized and promised him I'll be done soon. Once the ointment and band-aid was in place, covering the injury, I wiped off the robot-boy's teary cheeks, pressing a small kiss on both, telling him he is okay now.

''What happened? How did you cut your forehead?'' 

''Mikey and I were danci-ing and he told me to j-jump on the c-couch saying it was a tra- trampoline. It was fun but I slipped and fell and it was hurting. Hit my head there,'' he explained, pointing to the corner of the coffee table.