the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

forty-four // ashton // part one

//an: i regret nothing and everything.//
//btw this chapter's split in two bc wOW LONG AF.//

"Michael!" I called to my boyfriend on Friday afternoon. I rushed to his locker, where he was packing up to go home.

"Oh, hey Ash," He said, smiling his cute little kitten smile that hit me right in the heart every single time. "What's up? How was math?"

"Hell," I answered, rolling my eyes. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over today? Mum's making tortellini."

"Ah, you know I can't pass up on Italian," He said, making us both laugh. "Yeah, sure. But um, will he be there?"

Both our faces fell slightly so I just wrapped my arms around him. "I'll text my mum and ask. If anything I'll get her to send him somewhere until we leave, okay?"

"Okay," Michael said, smiling again. "Can Luke and Calum come too?"

I rubbed the back of my neck as we began to walk out of school. "Um, I don't think so. Luke apparently has something to do this afternoon and Calum apparently needs to talk to him...? I don't know, but they can't."

"Alright, that's fine," Michael said. "Do you want a ride?" He asked.

"Yeah. I walked today."

"Walking is so much work, though."

"I know, I'm never doing it again."

//

"Mikeyyy," I groaned as I rolled onto my side, turning my head so it was still facing my laptop. "I have to say, I'm most unpleased by our lack of boyfriendliness."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked with a laugh. It was Sunday and we had been skyping for the past like, three hours, barely doing anything.

"It means, I want to take you out on a date."

"Ooh, when?" He asked, his pierced eyebrow raising and his green eyes piercing me even through the screen because holy they were that beautiful.

"Mmm, how about lunch? We can go get food or something and then go to the arcade. I know how much that Killzone game has been bothering you."

"I can't beat it! I've literally tried everything: sneak attacks, head on, underground, everything! This stupid game will be the end of me; and all because I can't get up one freaking tower!" He rambled adorably, causing me to giggle at his frustration.

"Oh, so you think this is funny?" He asked seriously. I nodded, grinning like an idiot. "Well, Daddy, I just really want you to shove your fingers inside of me while I blow-"

"Michael!"

I subtly placed a pillow over my area, glaring at him. "Not cool, dude."

He simply grinned at me. "I love youuuu." He sang.

"I love you too, you little shit."

//

"Wait wait wait," Michael said as we chattered at a some restaurant the same evening. "So they're like, a thing?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, shoving some more pasta into my mouth. "I swear to God Calum was about to blow him when I walked in."

Michael laughed, squinting his eyes and smiling wide. "Oh my God, that's gold. What did Joy say when you left?"

I started shaking as I tried to keep my laughter in to tell him what happened. "Sh-She looked at m-me and was l-like ‘I swear to God, one day I'm going to find mini Calums and Lukes all over this damn house. I just washed his sheets too.’ and I died."