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You Get A Boyfriend - P2

Ashton: 'it should be me'... the words that haven't stopped playing on your mind since Ashton said them last night. Almost immediately after he left you had wanted to chase after him, but you had no idea what you were supposed to say to him. It had taken you a little while to admit to yourself that he had been confessing his feelings for you. You were reluctant to believe that that's what he was trying to tell you, but eventually you realised there was no other conclusion.
Your fingers shake as you attempt to write out a text to Ashton. You type 'can we meet?' but don't send it. Your thumb is hovering over the button, barely inches from the screen. Eventually you take a deep breath and press it, sending your nerves into overdrive.
It seems like hours before he replies. It reads: 'yes. when?' You breathe a sigh of relief and ask him if you can come to his now, to which he responds with a simple 'yes'.
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You've been planning your speech the entire way to his place, but the second you see his face all the words disappear. He invites you in and for a while neither of you speak, but eventually you summon up the courage to confront him.
"Ashton..." you begin, still finding yourself at a loss for words. He doesn't respond, so you allow your mind to fall back to his words. You sigh frustratedly. Why is this so difficult? "Ashton," you repeat, "what did you mean by it should be me?"

Calum: it has been nearly ten minutes and you're still stood staring at Calum's closed door, reeling from what he just said to you. It feels like your entire body has frozen - you're paralysed after hearing why Calum was ignoring you. It feels like there's a giant, gaping hole in your chest - like Calum had somehow managed to reach in a yank your heart right out of your body.
You had no idea he felt that way. You had never even suspected it. How hadn't you seen it? Your mind is going wild. You know for a fact that you can't live without Calum, and that you would always choose him, but you have no idea what that means. To ease your spinning head, you sink to the floor, noticing how fast your heart is beating when you bring your knees to your chest. You focus on the strong drumming, allowing it to ring in your ears and make you forget about the situation for a minute.
Attempting to process your feelings was useless. You're too worked up about what Calum had just said to you - the only clear thought you have is: 'I can't live without him'.
Calum is your person. He makes you laugh, he's kind, he looks after you, he cooks for you, he sings to you when you can't sleep... he's you're entire world and you know you can't lose him.
You're not sure how long it's been when you finally manage to get to your feet, but you are pretty sure of one thing - you have feelings for Calum.

Luke: for a few minutes you're too startled to move, but then the adrenaline kicks in and you practically throw yourself in the direction of the door. When you get outside you see Luke - but he's pretty close to the end of the street. Not for the first time you curse his stupid long legs that make getting from one place to the next so much quicker.
Before you even know what you're doing you're chasing after him, the adrenaline in your blood pushing you to run faster and faster.
"Luke!" You yell, gaining on him quickly. He briefly turns around, but doesn't stop when he sees it's you, which stings a little, but you keep chasing him.
As you're running, his words play through your mind. His hell? Did he think watching him with the string of girls he dated last year was fun for you? Did he not realise that catching him making out with the slaggy waitress from the cafe was your personal hell? You had done the smart thing and tried to move on from him as he continued to show absolutely no interest in you. It was useless being so upset over the boy who didn't feel the same about you, so you had found someone who did like you. It wasn't exactly a crime. If only he had said something earlier.
"Luke! Please stop!" You screamed. This time, he did. It takes a few minutes for you to get to him, and then a few more minutes to catch your breath. Luckily, when you're ready to speak, the adrenaline is still surging through your veins, so you have no trouble saying exactly what you're thinking.
"Blind? Me? You're the one who has had his eyes closed all these years!" You yell angrily. "You never said anything- you never even hinted that you might have feelings for me! I was infatuated with you! I was trying to move on!" Your anger begins to simmer. Luke stares at you incredulously, and you turn to go back to your house.
"[Y/N], wait," he says, catching your arm. You turn back to him, and he opens his mouth to speak immediately. "Do you... do you still have feelings for me?"

Michael: it has been almost a week since you spoke to Michael, and you miss him. But, you couldn't bring yourself to reach out to him, not after his confession. You had never allowed yourself to have feelings for him in fear of losing him, and now it seemed that you had been right about feelings being a problem. There had been times, lots of times, when fighting back your emotions had been a problem, because Michael was practically perfect. There isn't a single thing you can think of that you dislike about him. Not only is he perfect, but he's perfect for you. You share the same sense of humour, the same music taste, enjoy the same foods, agree with the same things... Realising what you're doing, you shake your head in attempt to clear your thoughts. No such luck. These feelings were supposed to stay repressed, but last weeks revelation had open up a whole box of emotions that you had tried to keep locked.
Sighing to yourself, you pull out your phone. For a few minutes you just stare at Michael's number, but you summon up the courage to hit call. It goes straight to voicemail. Great.
Your mind begins to whirl, confused by emotions that you have tried to hard to crush, and somehow you find yourself outside Michael's apartment, only half sure of how your got here.
Hesitantly, you knock on the door, and two minutes later Michael opens it while he's counting out some cash. He looks up as he pushes the money towards you, then immediately drops his hand.
"I- I thought you were the pizza guy," he stammers, his cheeks burning red.
You shake your head, telling him it doesn't matter. He nods and meets your eyes, and your heart breaks with the sadness you see there.
"Mike," you sigh, "we need to talk."

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i'm late i know i'm so sorry! i forgot to check the app because i'm an idiot so i didn't see that p1 got over 25 likes - thank you guys so much for that!! also i've loved reading your comments, please keep them coming!
okay, so here's part 2, i hope you enjoy it - please let me know what you think! this time if it gets 25 likes i promise you will get an immediate update. pinky swear.
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