Beautiful Night || Lashton ✔️

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A few days passed, radio silence came from the love of his life, and even so, Ashton felt happy. He had been non-stop painting, shocking Carter a tremendous amount who never thought a day where Ashton actually does his work without being completely forced to would come. Without even knowing that Luke was the reason, Carter found himself thanking the blond pianist because he simply knew that he had to be the reason. 

A honk came from outside, causing the ink-covered artist to raise his brow, and put down his paintbrush, peeking outside the window to see Luke waving at him from a car he for sure had not owned a few days. His face must have looked priceless because the beautiful blond simply burst into a fit of laughter, his face bringing a wide smile to Ashton's who opened the door, revealing his arms and smock splattered with various colors of paint. 

"What are you doing?" he chuckled as he approached the royal blue SUV right outside his home.

"Well for that date that we are going on, I decided it's today, and right now. Get yourself cleaned up ASAP and get in," Luke grinned, finding the look on the punk he had fallen for three years ago face to be more than just amusing. Nonetheless, Ashton turned back around and retreated into his home. Scrubbing the paint off his skin after hanging the smock up on a metal hook nailed into the wall by his easel. 

Luke was like a stimulant really, he was absolutely addicted and was left so breathless just by seeing his smile gleam. It was almost as if a filter had been placed over Ashton's dull hazel eyes, as the flicks of gold that reminded the pianist of New Years Day returned. The artist rushed to get ready and actually looked decent. His paint looked more saturated, the flowers outside his window. The breeze no longer felt harsh and nipping on the tears that would find themselves streaming down his cheeks, but rather calming and reminded him further of those bright blue eyes staring at him filled with love. 

He grabbed his keys and locked the house before getting in the passenger seat, his hand found a resting place on Luke's thigh. He froze up for a moment as it was almost as if he was living in the past for a moment, and as he looked over to Luke he thought for a moment he could see Arzaylea in the distance glaring at them from his old house but she wasn't there, and it was just a smiling Luke. No worries present on his face like how it was last time. His best friend was at peace. 

"Do you still think about her?" Ashton suddenly blurted out, his eyes widening when he realized what he had said, and stared at the sudden empty expression on Luke's face. The blond locked the doors and put in the car in drive, handing the punk beside him the AUX cord to put on some rad music. 

Luke smiled a bit, "Nope, I stopped thinking about her before we even broke up the first time. I fell in love with you in that cabin Ashton, I stopped loving her years before that but I was thought if I left her I would have no one else, no one to call home. I thought if I was by myself, I was better off dead." 

The punk was speechless, as his hands became balled up fists and tears filled his eyes. Hating as gravity caused them to fall make his jeans wet at certain spots. Wet jeans suck. 

"I am the strongest I ever been, but I still find I am weak without you Ash." 

They were on the highway at this point with some random song from Ashton's Spotify liked songs playing, driving to somewhere, the artist had no clue where but he knew he didn't care because as long as he was with Luke he would be in Heaven. 

Neither of them found them sleepy during the long car ride, Luke found it difficult to focus on the road when Ashton was laughing beside him, his eyes closed as the laugh was practically contagious and possessed him to laugh just as tumultuously. "D-Do you," a laugh interrupted his words, "Do you remember when- when you had a showcase, and I ran in late and shouted, 'I'm Here!!' and everyone stared at me but you just laughed so hard while playing so elegantly."