my friends brother

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*Ashton's POV*

I woke up as I suddenly heard a yell, and was soon greeted by extremely bright sunlight in my eyes. I checked the screen on my phone which was charging on the bed beside me. The time read 1:36 pm.

"Jesus Christ. I slept in," I muttered to myself as I yawned then lazily ran my fingers through my curly light brown hair.

I got up out of bed to check what the noise could have been, then I realized I had left my window open overnight and what I had heard was my younger brothers and their idiotic friends outside playing football.

That was one of the worst things about the house that my family and I had just moved into: The other kids on our block.

At our old house, we were the only people for miles, and we had acres of land all to ourselves. My brothers were always whining about how there was nothing to do, but I found it relaxing because you could just walk out in the woods for hours and be in complete silence. I guess in that sense I've always been the black sheep of our family, the rest of them being socialites. But I'd much rather be alone.

In our family of 6 there was Mum, my Stepdad, Matthew, my 3 younger brothers: Aaron (12), Blake (9) and Levi (15).

Then there's me, Ashton. I'm 17 and I prefer my own company. Mostly because I have social anxiety, which gives me a hard time talking to people. Especially people I've just met.

As I heard Aaron scream "GOAL BITCHES!" I snapped out my half-asleep state and yelled "Shut up before I tell mum that you're cursing!" out of my second story window. As I look out I notice that it's not only my brothers and a few of their pre-teen neighbourhood friends kicking the ball around, but one really tall -and really hot- blonde boy with a lip piercing.

I feel a blush creep up my neck and spread through my cheeks. I probably looked mentally ill screaming at them like that. Actually, I am mentally ill, if you count depression and anxiety, but I mean insane asylum ill. And I probably looked like shit as I had just woken up. Great job, Ashton. Way to make a first impression. I thought to myself. And he was really fit, too. He probably thinks you're mental so there's no chance with him now.

It's no secret that I'm gay. Basically everyone knows. Even if I haven't really dated many guys, especially lately with my depression getting worse, I had never been attracted to a female in my entire life. And now I think I have a crush on some random guy who was playing football with my siblings.

I didn't even know his name. He could be 25 for all I know, he did look older. But he could've been 37 for all I cared. I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about he way his blonde hair bounced when he ran to kick the ball, or how great his legs looked in the black jeans he was wearing that had holes in the knees. Or his eyes. Especially his eyes. They were bright and the most beautiful shade of blue. They reminded me of crystals or ice.

Shit, I thought, I'm in too deep.

Then, I decided against my better judgement that I was going to get in the shower, brush my teeth, make myself look presentable, and go talk to this beautiful boy.
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(A/N) hi ok so this is my first fanfic, and I chose lashton bc idk lashton fics give me so much feels jfc but yeah. hope you like it but I am just warning u I am no john green ok I'm at best a mediocre writer but I thought the plot was radicool so
-Alisa
btw my name is pronounced like 'alyssa' ok just makin sure u guys knew bc it's spelled weird lmoa