Ashes || Lashton (boyxboy)

chapter one

Luke's POV

"What!" I yelled. "I can't possibly go to grandma's! I'll miss the entire summer here!"

My mother ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to convince me otherwise. "There's tons of things you can do there. There's the lake-"

"Boring." I said.

"There's the forest."

"Ew."

"Grandma has wifi."

"Why didn't you say that woman! Let's get packing!" I yelled, ran up to my room and started to throw any clothes that seemed clean into my bag. You may be asking why I'm so quick to cahnge my mind, but the only other choice I would have would be to go to my dad's house this summer and he has zero wifi. Let's just say that I'll take any chance of free wifi any time it's offered.

"Luke." my mom called from downstairs. "I'm going to get the car warmed up and we can get going okay?"

"Mhm." I yelled, and tried to cram the rest of my stuff in my suitcase. "I'm hurrying!"

I finally got all of my stuff in my bag and into the car in record time. I hopped in the front seat and plugged my headphones into my phone before my mom even got in herself.

"Let's go!" I cheered, as we pulled out of the driveway and drove off to the cabin in the woods.

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We drove the long narrow dirt road that led to my haven for the summer, the hot sun beating down through the trees. I could barely see the huge lake through the huge conifers. The cool breeze contrasted perfectly with the warm air and the dry dusty road to make it the most beautiful day possible.

We finally pulled into the driveway of the huge cabin and hopped out of the car. I popped open the trunk and grabbed my suitcase and my smaller bag, and joined my mother on the porch. She knocked twice on the door and waited for the door to open, before walking back to the car.

"Lucas!" my grandmother cheered, pulling me into a hug. "How have you been! It's been so long!"

"I'm fine Nan." I said, returning a hug. "I missed you."

I have a different kind of relationship with my Nan than any onther normal teenage kid. I actually talk with my grandma and have real conversations with her. Most people see their grandmas as old weomen who smell like stale perfume and have tons of cats, but my grandma is actually cool. She's a lot younger than most other grandmas and she hardly even acts her age.

"Don't just stand there like a dumbass! Get your procrastinating butt inside now before I leave you out there in that heat!" she said. Yep, there's the old farmiliar grandma that I know and love.

I shuffled inside and set my bag on the floor next to the door. The old familiar smell of burning cookies and lilacs hit me like a truck. My grandma has an interesting taste in air fresheners to say the least.

"You're staying in the second guest room so you best get your bags up there before I throw 'em out a window." My grandma said.

I grumbled, hauling my bags up the stairs and into the second guest room. It was furnished somewhat like my bedroom at home, since this is where I stay when I sleep over. I don't even know why my grandma calls it a guest room anymore, it's more like my room now.

I shoved my bags onto the top shelf of the closet before walking out of the room and back downstairs. I decided to explore the house a little more, since I hadn't been here for a whole two years.

I walked through all of the rooms, takin note of the different wall colours and different furniture, not noticing the old mysterious urn in the middle of the mantle.