Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 29

"Okay Luke, it's been three weeks. It's time to stop moping around."

Luke groaned as he kicked away Michael's hand that was trying to pull him out from under his mound of blankets.

"Dude you've been festering in this bed and your sheets are ripe. At least get up long enough to change them." Michael slapped the back of Luke's calf and the younger boy whined, pulling his leg back under the pile of blankets.

Michael rolled his eyes as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "Luke, I'm worried about you. You've never been so hung up on a guy before, what makes Ashton different?"

Luke mumbled words into his pillow but Michael couldn't make out the words. "What did you say?"

"I like him, Mike."

"Well no shit, I couldn't tell by the way you're still feeling sorry for yourself."

"Ugh. You don't get it." Luke whined, letting his face fall back into the pillows.

"Yeah, I do. You were a dick to him, he threw you to the curb, and now he's blocked you. Look Luke, you fucked up and you just have to accept that. This is getting ridiculous."

"This is different, Mike." Luke sighed as he sat up, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Did you know I haven't slept with anyone else since that night?" Michael's eyes widened and it didn't go unnoticed by Luke. The younger boy shrugged, picking at a fray string on his pillow case. "I couldn't. I tried, not that I wanted to necessarily, but I thought it might help moving on. I tried texting Jason, but even the thought left a bad taste in my mouth." 

Luke sighed as he glanced up at the ceiling, willing the tears brimming in his eyes to settle. "It feels like I'm cheating on him. Like I cheated on him. I- fuck, I didn't cheat on him Michael, I swear, I had no idea he thought we were exclusive, if I would have known I never would have-"

"Luke, woah, slow down, okay? I know you didn't cheat on him. Sure, what you did was low, but I know after everything with Drew you never would have done that to him if you knew he thought that, right?"

Luke nodded his head, letting Michael wipe at his tears.

"You're letting this consume you, Luke. I can't watch you go through this anymore, man. It's eating you alive."

"I just don't know what to do. I've never had this happen to me before."

"I know man, I know. And I'm gonna tell you what we're going to do. You're going to get up, I'm going to change these sheets while you take a much needed shower, and then I'm going to take you out for breakfast, okay? You need to get out of the house."

Luke sighed but nodded his head, sitting up in bed and running his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I suppose I could use a shower."

"Suppose? You smell like an actual gym sock. Now go get in the shower. We're leaving in 30."

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Luke used the last bite of pancake to mop up the remaining syrup on his plate before popping it in his mouth and chewing with a moan.

"Okay, yeah you were right, this was definitely worth the drive."

Michael laughed as he polished off his bacon, using a napkin to wipe his hands. "See dude, I told you getting out of the house would do you some good, fresh air and all that shit."

Luke shrugged as he let his finger run around the coffee stain on the table top. "Yeah, yeah, you're always right."

"I know I am."