liar liar ➳ lashton

three

| ashton's pov |

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school is the only place that i get to talk to luke because outside of school, i don't even exist to him. it's like he vanishes off the face of the earth and there's no way to contact him. only occasional times will he be semi-nice and hang out, but that's usually only on special occasions.

i keep reading online about people who have dealt with liars like luke and the only main way they really help fix them are therapy, and we all know there is no way in hell that luke would go and the other way is to keep telling them about their problems because eventually they realize what they're doing and actually feel guilty about themselves.

so i go with the second option because the first is nearly impossible to accomplish. the only bad thing is that i think it's only making us farther apart since luke ignores me most of the day. i just don't get it. why does luke have to be this way? i've never done anything to hurt him and here he is, constantly stomping on my feelings and having a lie always come out of his mouth.

sure, sure. luke can't help it, i get it. but does it really have to be that way?

"hey luke?" i call out, noticing luke turn the school corner and head towards his locker. luke simply ignores me and fights his way through the crowd and to his locker. following after him, i keep calling his name.

like usual, luke acts like i'm not there, so i grab his shoulder roughly, causing him to pull back and turn toward me.

"what!" luke shouts, causing a couple of people to look our way and then turn around after i give them a hard stare.

"stop ignoring me!" i counter back, looking him in the eyes and he doesn't meet my gaze but instead looks away and then back to me after a few seconds.

"i'm not, ok?" he tells me, trying to leave.

"what do you call ignoring me every time i call your name and rushing away when i follow behind you, trying to get your attention?" i ask luke, angrily.

"i didn't see you, so stop stalking me! damn." luke responds, once again trying to leave but like before, i grab the back of his shirt and pull him back.

"what the hell do you want from me?" luke shouts, but no one looks over because the bell has already rung and everyone has left.

"i want my friend back!" i yell, crossing my arms and letting a huff escape my lips.

"well your friend left you years ago, so get over it and stop trying!" and this time i can tell that luke isn't lying, that he's actually meaning what he says.

"we don't always get what we want, luke!" i yell over to him after he had finally left.

"for fucks sake, ashton. just stop." and that is the last thing he said to me for the rest of the week.

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i invited calum over after school that day and i just couldn't help it. i had to tell him everything i've been feeling. it's hard to stay bottled in and i don't understand how luke can do it so easily.

"are you alright, mate?" calum asks me, truly worried. if only luke would be like that.

"no, not at all." i say quietly.

"care to explain?"

i nod shakily and a take deep breath. i'm getting too over whelmed and if i keep it up i'll be crying in no time.

"it's just that," i start off, looking around my room and when i spot the picture frame on my dresser of luke and i as kids, my hearts breaks a little. "luke and i are so distant, it's like he's a ghost. he vanishes from midair when we try and talk to him and he barely says a word to us- to me!"

"ashton, you have to understand-" calum tries to reply but i stop him angrily.

"understand what? understand that he's never going to get better? understand that he's just going to remain this secluded, hot-headed boy that acts like i'm nothing but a stranger? because, i for one, can't understand any of that! he walks around school lying to everyone about everything and anything, hating the world. is this really a person we want to be with? to try and help?"

"ashton, just listen to yourself-"

"no, calum, listen to yourself! luke hasn't gotten any better and i don't think he has any intention of getting better. i've tried! i really have, but nothing has helped. you know this, so why are you sticking up for luke?"

"ashton, luke is our best friend. look at the picture on your dresser in the red and blue picture frame with your signed, horrible second grade signatures and the cheesy smiles you have on your faces and tell me that that boy isn't your best friend." calum finally responds, letting out a long breath.

i look over to the picture again and i observe it even more than i ever have. luke has his arm around my shoulder and we're in front of our tree house. that was the day we had finally finished decorating the tree house and our mums were so excited that they had to take a picture. when the photo was developed, my mum found a picture frame that had the words 'best friends' on it and since that day forward, it's always been on my dresser.

i look over at calum again but this time with tears in my eyes.

"i just d-don't get it, calum. where's our luke?"

calum quickly pulls me in a hug and rubs my back soothingly as i let out my sobs.

"don't worry ashton, we just have to keep trying and then everything will be better."

"but what if it isn't?"

"then we wait for him to get better by himself."

but me and calum both know that he isn't going to get better by himself.

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hi, thanks for reading. hope you like it so far. this is one of the only stories that i know where it's going

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