Chapter dedicated to ashtonirwegg (well i almost wrote ICheeseYou but idk i like cheese) because I just love her and her stories are freaking awesome okay.
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We got out at night since we were bored and had nothing else to do."I remember the first time I ever held a gun in my life, holy shit Luke, I was 7." He told me with a slight discomfort at the memory.
You see, Ashton talks to me about his memories, the problems he had, and how he was forced to live his life in a way he never wanted to. "I've always wanted to be an artist, you know, making paintings and selling them. But I think I used a little too much red paint, also known as fucking blood." He tells me about his broken dreams every night, before we sleep or sometimes in the day, when we're just sitting together, enjoying each other's presence.
"I saw that drum kit when I was 11, and I really wanted to touch it, you know. Hit those cymbals like a professional drummer in a band, a dude that actually has a life. That happened when I was supposed to rob a goddamn music store." He once told me.
He always asks me if I love him or why do I love him, and I always tell him the truth. I always tell him that it's because I know the real him. I always tell him that it's because he is a good person. But he always keeps crying on my shoulder. I don't mind. At all.
"That's cool Ashton; I've always wanted to touch a gun." I told him as we were walking down the boulevard. "Oh believe me, I hate touching them. Just seeing one makes me want to throw up." I giggled quietly and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Aren't you cold, Ashy?" I asked. He shook his head and said "No, but I'm hungry though. The hotel's food is really shitty. I don't eat shit." So, we ended up in a really small but chill restaurant, it seemed pretty cool. We could hear 'RU Mine' by Arctic Monkeys playing quietly through the place and there were several pictures in black and white hanging on the white and black striped walls. The floor is wooden, and there was a small fireplace, lightening up.
We sat at a table, waiting for the waiter to take our orders. "You know Luke; you could have a really happy life right now." Ashton said looking down, sadly. I raised one eyebrow, what the hell is he talking about? "What do you mean, Ash? I like my life." I said quietly. "Yeah, but you could be at college right now! You could still have friends and family, you could have a boyfriend! Not just hanging from place to place with a cold hearted criminal that doesn-"He was about to cry. That literally broke my heart. "Ashton,stop." I cut him off. "I love my life. I have a person that cares about me and that actually listens to me, I have you, Ash." I said while wiping away his few tears that fell down his cheeks. "Babe, I-"
"May I take your orders?" A voice cut him off, which I suppose is the waiter's. I held Ashton's hand and squeezed it slightly, to let him know that I'm here. The waiter's accent was thick, totally not British. I'd say he's Australian. What the hell are Australians even doing in London? We're everywhere. His voice didn't seem new to me though, but whatever. "Yeah I'd have a ..." And I looked up to the waiter, the most shocked expression on my face. "Michael?"
Guess who's a little fucktard? Oh it's me.
I haven't updated in two fucking months and I just feel so fucking bad and this story just makes no sense but I'll try to make it have one because this is totally illogical I hate my life ugh it's almost 11 pm and I have school tomorrow :( :( :( :(
So what do you guys think of this chapter? ( this is less than 1k words i'm sorry :( )
Sorry for the cliffhanger btw
But I'll try to update asap bc this is the last week of school and I don't study on Saturday so it's alright for me.
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Criminal. // (Lashton)
Romance"They're searching for you, Luke. If you weren't with me then you'd be gone by now."