inadequate ☠ afi + lrh • mgc/cth (boyxboy)

a.f.i

June 28, 2014, 2:34 p.m

"Ashton, sweetie!" my mother cooked through my locked bedroom door, as I stayed laying in bed, "calum is here to see you, again."

i sighed not feeling like getting up. I didn't want to. i've been in my bedroom for almost a week straight now. well of course i've ate and showered, not much though.

"Ashton, please come out. this is the third time one of your friends have stopped by," he begged and I got up and answered the door seeing her smile before walking away down the hall, while calum walked into my room.

"what's wrong ash? you haven't really answered any of our text and calls. are you alright? you can talk to me," he said and I sighed shaking my head.

"no, i'm perfectly fine calum. i've just been feeling ill. i'm starting to feel better though," I smiled and he seem to buy it and nod.

"okay, if you need anything, you just tell me," he said and I nodded.

"so...have you talked to luke recently?"

calum nodded, giving a look as if he were to say 'yeah, haven't you?' but I haven't. he hasn't even tried calling me or texting me. maybe I should just give it up. he clearly doesn't want to talk to me.

"yeah, why?"

I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't care, but in reality it was bugging me so badly. does he not know how bad he's hurting me? he's my best friend and he's not even playing the part. I just feel so alone. and especially now. i'm hurting so badly.

my attention was taken away from my thoughts when michael walked into my room smiling at me, "he lives!"

he gave over, putting his full weight on to my lap, and wrapping his arms around my neck. pain shot through my leg from new cuts I had made just last night, and his weight on me wasn't helping at all.

"ow!" I yelped shoving him off as both the boys have me concerned looks and I hadn't even known how to cover it up. "you stepped on my foot," I said.

he chuckled, "you scared me. i'm sorry, s'was an accident," he said and I nodded.

"anyways," calum said covering up the awkwardness. less than two weeks is your birthday and we want to do something," he said and I nodded my head wondering what they had in mind.

"wait," I said, "what happened with your dad mikey?"

he sighed, "long story. but he's dying. him and my mother never broke up. he just went to a hospital in Brisbane and they pretended to be, so I could continue to stay here with you guys," he said and I frowned getting up and hugging him.

"sorry, bud, I hope everything turns out okay," I said as he nodded, hugging me back.

"so it's your 19th, what are your plans?" calum asked and I shrugged, not really knowing what to do.

"I don't know. we always go out every year. maybe we should just hang out at my house or something. get some alcohol and chill with each other," I offered and try glanced at each other shrugging and smiled.

"whatever you want ash," michael smiled and I returned it.

"okay i'm bored, let's run to the gas station and pick up some snacks, alright?" michael said standing up and both calum and I agreed before heading out the house.

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"oh my gosh, choose mikey, we don't have all day," calum said growing impatient with michael as he kept going through the candy section, not knowing which to get.

I chuckled, shaking my head, and went down the opposite aisle, searching for something I might like to snack on or something of the lines of snacking on.

"Ashton?" an familiar voice said as I turned around, seeing a man just as tall as I was, maybe taller, but dark brown hair. almost black, and a couple of grey hairs. he had a small scruff and khakis on, with a black shirt and blazer. needless to say he looked nice. wealthy even. he didn't look so bad, but I sure had no idea he who this man was. although he did seem a bit familiar. maybe it was his voice? his face looked familiar too. almost like..

"Ashton, oh my gosh," he smiled brightly walking towards me, "look at you. you're all grown up," he said smiling sadly and shaking his head, "it's your dad, i'm your dad."

my heart seemed to stop beating and I froze in my place, not believing my father was standing right in front of me. he left when I was six, so it wasn't a surprise I didn't remember him. but his voice seemed the most recognizable.

"dad?" I questioned, feeling the word sour in my mouth.

all I wanted to do, was cry. I know it's not the most manliest thing I could possibly do, but dammit, it hurt.

"come here kid, give your old man a hug," he said and hesitantly, but willing, I walked over to him, giving him a hug.

he smiled and shook his head at me, "where are you staying at? do you still live with your mom?" he questioned and I swallowed the lump in my throat before speaking.

"w-we still live in the same house on court street," I said and he nodded his head, "I still live mum, yeah," I said and he nodded.

"maybe you can come stay with me? i've missed you guys so much," he said and without thinking I nodded.

"yeah, maybe sometime shortly? I could call you and we can plan a night or something?" I said and he smiled seeming excited before giving me his number.

"it was good seeing you, please call, I really would love being back in your lives," he said and I nodded before hugging him, and watching him leave.

"who was that?" calum said with a sour face.

I cleared my throat, turning my attention towards the boys again, "that was my dad..."

calum seemed not happy at all am I knew he didn't like him by the looks of it, "what was e doing? why does he want to be in your life now instead of thirteen years ago?" he said and I frowned.

he gave an apologetic look, "i'm sorry. i'm just use to both you and mikey having fathers who walk out on them. although michaels was a lie, but still," he said patting my head.

"we're happy for you none the less, ash," michael smiled and I nodded my head walking to the checkout aisle with them.

I was so nervous. would I really be able to call him? is this going to turn out the way I always hoped for it to be?