1910 // l.h.

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Here I was standing in front of the same old building in this London neighborhood. I was tired of this crappy life, but what can I do? I can't change what I am. I look down at my worn out shoes while walking down the street heading towards the rich side of town. This was my best suit, but you wouldn't even know it, it's so patched up it's humiliating. I started heading towards Bloomfield Avenue when all of a sudden this man bumped into me.

"Hey, watch were you're going!" I exclaimed at that rich guy, I hate them so much.

"Pardon me sir" the man says with an Australian accent, he then looks up at me.

I stare in shock, "Ash?"

"Lucas, what are you doing here? You know you're in danger if they catch you here" he whispers at me.

"I-I know but I came to um... see you man, yeah, I wanted to see my best buddy don't ya miss me lad?" I say but really I wasn't planning on visiting him, no I came to see her.

Every night I sneak out to see her the girl of my dreams who doesn't even know I exist, what a loser I am right?

Ashton looks at me surprised, "really?" He smiles, "and what pays for an old friend to visit me?" he eyes me suspiciously.

"Well, um..." I start off, C'mon Luke make some shit up, you're good at this!! My self conscious yells at me.

"Well you see, I meant to visit last week and I was just so caught up in work so I didn't get the chance and I just really wanted to see you again mate" I say fidgeting with my fingers, that was a bunch of b.s. but I think he bought it.

"Oh really? I didn't know you worked Luke-"

"Oh yeah I've been doing small jobs here and there not that important" I inturupt him.

"Yeah right working..." Great, he caught up with my lie. I can't outsmart him this time. He knows me too well.

"Oh C'mon Luke, let's get you well dressed it's the least I could do, but then you have to tell me the real reason why you're here" he then pulls me towards his house.

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Ashton's POV

I knew he was lying from the minute I saw him cross over to this part of town. It's unusual for him to be here, even with the new law that was just passed, I mean I know he likes to break the rules but he would never go this far. There has to be a really good reason why he's here and I'm about to find that out.

I walk him over to my house and open the door.

"Mr.Irwin you're back that quickly?" my butler asks with his thick accent really noticeable in his voice. It really fascinates me how remarkable their accents are, I just have my plain old Australian accent which is eh... anyways.

"Why yes Mr.Pollard, I just happened to bump into my friend Luke here, do you remember him?" I ask, he seems to struggle remembering who Luke is.

"No, not really, but boy what happened to you? You seem to have had a pretty rough day!" Mr.Pollard exclaimed, examining every inch of Luke's suit.

Luke blushed and looked up at me. He was embarrassed, but he kept his posture which was important considering that Mr.Pollard is really fussy about the way people dress, and their manners. He can go ranting about how it's not proper to eat with your fingers or how my suit looks today. Either way Mr.Pollard is a pain in the butt, but gives great advice.

"Why y-yes Sir" Luke mumbled

"We have to change you from those rags, you need something that fits you." He looks up at me. "Mr.Irwin do you have any suggestions?"

"Well I could take him to my room and see if anything from my wardrobe fits" I tell him.

Luke nods at me. Poor guy he probably got weirded out by my butler.

"Alright then, I'll leave you two alone, Mr.Irwin do you need anything, refreshments for later?" He stops staring at Luke and fixes his eyes on me.

"Yes Mr.Pollard that's a great idea, bring us some of our finest wine"

"Yes sir" He says as he scurries along the wooden floor.

Well that went well, he didn't suspect a thing about Luke.

You see, Luke is in the lower class and the king just happened to pass a new law saying that the low class can't be mingling around or even be near the upper class, which is stupid if you ask me, the only exception is if you have family, or friends who is the upper class. So Mr.Pollard, who has a thing about following the law as strict as possible, practically checks everyone who visits me. It's getting irritating, so I'm glad he didn't kick out Luke.

"Let's go Lucas! I'll show you around"

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A/N:

Hope u guys like my new story. I've never done this before, except for that one shot so like, comment, or vote or whatever if you like it!! It means a lot guys, for people to actually read this. SO A BIG THANK YOU FOR GIVING THIS STORY A CHANCE!!

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