Labels [lashton/malum]

Chapter 8: Garage

Edited May 2021

"Luke, I'm bored and hungry!" Ashton whined as she lay splayed out on the couch in Luke's garage. She was wearing a short pair of shorts that had her slim, tan legs completely exposed. It was taking every part of Luke's self control to not stare at her.

"Ashton, I just gave you a sandwich," Luke said, strumming lazily at his guitar.

"Why don't we just start without him? It's been an hour," Calum rolled his neck in circles.

"Let's just give him a few more minutes," Luke insisted.

"Luke, maybe he's just not coming," Ashton said softly as she swung her legs to the side so she could sit up. "He's really shy and he was embarrassed more publicly than any of us. Maybe he's just trying to preserve whatever security he has left," she shrugged.

"Lukey, baby!" Luke's eyes fell shut on a deep sigh as the voice rang out in the backyard. His mother came strutting up to the open garage in an open silk robe that completely revealed the intricate lingerie she was wearing.

"Jesus Christ mom! Cover up, please," Luke covered his eyes and raced over to cover Calum's eyes.

"Wow, Ms. Hemmings, where do you get your lingerie? That is so cute!" Ashton smiled wide as Luke's mom took her time to close her robe.

"You like it?" She smiled excitedly, opening her robe even more before tying it, "I get mine from Bare Necessities and Savage X Fenty."

"So cute. I have some panties just like those." Luke's cheeks completely flushed at that.

"I'll send you my discount," Mrs. Hemmings said happily.

"Thank you, I've been overdue for a spree," Ashton sat back on the couch with a wide smile.

"Oh, I brought one of your friends back. The cutie knocked on the front door while I was doing a little photoshoot," she winked. Just then, Michael appeared from being the woman, his cheeks flushed and his hands hidden under his sweater sleeves.

"Finally," Calum muttered.

"Thanks mom," Luke said dismissively. The woman blew them kisses before leaving the garage.

"Your mom gave me her card," Michael said, his voice guilty. Luke rolled his eyes and gestured Michael into the garage.

"Don't worry about her, please."

"I'm sorry I'm late. I had– I got caught up somewhere," he gestured at nothing and shrugged his shoulders.

"That's alright, let's just sit down and get started," Luke smiled comfortingly.

"How exactly are we getting started?" Ashton asked, looking a little bit less bored than before.

"I don't know. Let's just start playing and see where it goes. What can go wrong?" Luke shrugged.

A lot. A lot can go wrong.

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Ashton's drumming filled the garage, accompanied by a mess of chords and a choppy vibration of strings, then Michael's slightly off key singing.

"Okay stop! Michael's like a mile off key, I don't even know what song Calum is playing, and Luke keeps hesitating on switching chords!" Ashton yelled, throwing her drumsticks down. Michael shrunk in on himself, trying to hide behind the microphone stand. Calum rolled his eyes and tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling so he wouldn't try to lunge at Ashton. Luke sighed, the frustration tipping over the edge.