Rejects~ Muke/Cashton

One

"Ash can I stay at your house for a bit?" Michael croaked into the receiver of his cracked phone. It was maybe 30 degrees (A/N: Fahrenheit cause I'm American and it makes it easier to use American units when I write the story so just deal with it) outside and probably was past 2:00 in the morning. All the red-haired boy had was the thin black jumper he was wearing, his cracked cell phone and a barely usable charger.

"Umm Mikey it's like almost four in the morning, why would you need to come over to my house right now?" Ashton groaned into the phone, he was probably sleeping when Michael called but the boy was too upset to feel bad for waking up his friend. Scratch that he felt awful, but he had nowhere else to go.

"Can I just please come over?" Michael's voice cracked. He continued the cold walk to his best friend's house, he knew he should probably just wait until the morning, but again it was 30 degrees outside, and he had already woken Ashton up.

"Ugh fine... wait... Michael are you crying? Why are you crying?" Ashton said, sitting up in his bed. Michael always went to Ashton's house whenever something was wrong, but he rarely did it before the sun was out, probably because usually he was sleeping at this time, like most people do, but he really didn't have that option right now.

"Can I just explain when I get there?" Michael asked, trying to keep his voice steady and another round of tears from pouring out of his eyes.

"Yes of course, the door wll be unlocked so don't knock" Ashton said standing up and slowly walking towards the front door of his dingy apartment. There was a long pause, all Ashton could hear was Michael's breathing through the reciever of his phone and a grossily loud pounding noise from the apartment on his left. "Hey do you need a ride?" Ashton asked.

"No I'm pretty close but thanks for the offer, I'll see you in like fifteen minutes," Michael said before hanging up the phone. He quickly pocketed it and quickly walked the long two blocks remaining between him and his probably worried friend. When he reached the small apartment building Michael quickly ran up the two flights of stairs and slowly walked to the end of the corridor which put him right on his best friend's door mat. He pulled open the door and walked past the doorway and into the small kitchette where he found Ashton turning on his coffee maker. Michael cleared his throat causing Ashton to turn around on his heel, Ashton would have been startled but he's gotten used to Micahel's ninja-like stealthness after the nine years he's been friends with him. Michael opened his mouth to greet his friend but all that came out was a sob. Ashton immeadiatly went to his frien and wrapped his arm around him into a tight hug.

"Mikey what happened?" Ashton asked after about two minutes of him holding Michael.

"I-I-I got kicked out of m-m-my house," Michael stuttered, he tried to compose himself but started to cry again. Ashton slowly led the crying boy to an old beat up couch in the center of the 'living room'.

"Michael tell me what happened," Ashton said holding the boys shoulders so he could look at his face.

"I-I-I kn-new it was a b-b-bad idea...now they hate me " Michael sobbed putting his head into the crook of Ashton's neck. Ashton still had no idea what was going on but decided that there was no use in asking until his friend had calmed down a little bit. It was about ten minutes before Michael stopped crying and all you could here in the apartment was the sound of the heater blowing warm air through the vents and Michael's sniffling.

"Mikey tell me what's going on," Ashton said soothingly. Michael nodded into the older boys chest but stayed silent for about thirty seconds before lifting up his head and rubbing his eyes with his eyes. Ashton's tank top had a big wet spot on it but he ignored it.

"I thought that if I told my parents first that they would understand.... I mean I'm their son they have to understand... I guess I was wrong," Michael took a shaking breath rubbing his face and running his hands through his hair.