Notes // Mashton

Chapter Seven

*Ashton POV*

As soon as I arrived home, I ran straight to my bedroom to observe the note I had seen earlier. I un-zipped the suitcase and spotted my diary or journal as I preffered to call it. The yellow note contained the word 'why' was stuck to the book. Who could've wrote it and why would they? The handwriting had been messy, but somehow familar, but I couldn't remember who wrote like that.

I fished my phone out of my pocket to check up on Twitter. Even though just yesterday pictures of me kissing Mikey had been posted all over the websit3 I couldn't care less. I had been infatuated by that boy for too long, and now my feelings for him could possibly start to come out too.

As I pressed the profile button, I noticed I hadn't tweeted for a few days. Maybe I could tweet about Michael? I decided against doing it directly and instead finding a quote that explains it. After a while of looking at pointless quotes(I'm a awful searcher okay?) I finally decided on one that suited my enough. Clicking 'tweet', many devices had a new notification of my new tweet 'I would rather be hated because of what I am instead of being loved because what I am not.'

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The time quickly passed, but my boredom did not. Without even realising, I had texted Luke and Calum asking them to come over. Soon there was a ring at the doorbell and Calum walked in and took a seat on the sofa. Luke did the same shortly after and not long after we were having a full on conversation.

"Where's Michael?" Luke asked after a while.

"Probably on a date." Honestly I don't know why I didn't invite him. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I joined the others on the couch. Calum texted Mikey asking him if where he was and took a chip from the packet that was on the table from earlier.

Somehow I had ended up being drunk and started texting people randomly. I wasn't thinking of what I was doing and found ' Mikeyyyy ♥♥♥♥'.

- You -

"Come to home b8"

"Where are me"

"B@by"

"Kiss you like me wanna be luvedd"

How many drinks had I had?

I placed my phone on the table for a while and then picked what I thought was the same phone up again. I found the contact 'Michael' and started to text.

- You -

"PaRtYyy"

"lUv u"

"t0tezz not drunkk"

Soon I realised it wasn't even my phone and texted him to half tell him that.

- You -

"iS th1s my phpne???????/?/?? $$"

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About an hour later, Michael had arrived at out house because I'm guessing one of the boys told him to. I stumbled several times on the way to the door and finally let him in after trying to open the door atleast three times and failing.

As the boys had a conversation about Mikey's girlfriend, I didn't even try to join in, I mean why would I want to talk about her, I hate her so much. Shes all like "I'm Michael's girlfriend and I'm too cool for you guys and I'm gonna make sure you never get him Ashton." Well not literally, but yeah.

"I'll be back in a minute." Luke said to the others and left in the direction of the hallway. This basically ended the conversation they had been earlier, and then they started to have a talk about sports or something that I didn't care about.

Grabbing yet another drink from the fridge, I suddenly felt dizzy. This happened a lot, and I had my ways of stopping myself from falling. I clumsily joined the others back on the couch and just as I sat down, Michael excused himself for a moment to go to the bathroom. Didn't he remember Luke was still in there? What if he was doing something with Luke? Ugh that prick.

I set off to the hallway, basically leaving Calum in the loungeroom alone. But I didn't care he could turn on the TV or something. Just as I turned into the hallway, I could see Michael exiting the bathroom and dragged him into my bedroom.

"Uh w-what are we doing?" Michael whispered as I sat on my bed. I didn't reply, instead I pressed my lips to his and slowly moved my hands down his back. I could tell he was confused but there was no way I was going to explain. How could I even explain, I don't even know half the things I was doing, I was intoxicated.

I pushed him onto the small bed and continued to make out with the boy. He had made no effort to stop, so he mustn't of hated it that much. Just as I started to roam his mouth with my tongue, he pulled his lips away from mine. I was about to question him stopping, but then I was cut off from moans escaping my mouth as he started to kiss my neck continuously. He left a hickey on my neck, before attempting to continue making out. But I wasn't going to let him give me a hickey without one back. Just as I pulled my lips away, I swear I could've heard a noise, and someone watching us. But my worries were pushed away when my lips were met by another.

"You'll be mine if I'll be yours" were the last words that escaped my lips before I fell asleep on the bed.

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