Doritos (Lashton)

STD's Are Mega Bad, Have Safe Sex Kids

A/n: quick clarify: this is like late-ish 2013 sos. Dyed Michael, quiff/lip ring Luke, fluffy haired Calum, and curly Ashton (with glasses) and there will be progressive change into 2014, specifically Ashton, but you'll know when that happens.

Cool, sorry for any confusion.
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Ashton walked back inside, replacing his dripping clothes with dry, comfortable ones.

He caught sight of the fridge and paused, groaning to himself. He was fucking hungry, he couldn't deny that. He needed to eat something, and he probably should, but he didn't want to.

Hell, if Luke maybe liked him, Ashton wasn't ruining his chances. Luke had a nice body, he really did, and even if Ashton didn't, the best he could do was be skinny.

Ashton glanced down at himself, frustrated and confused, before he finally pulled the fridge door. There was a slice of pizza left from last night, so he pulled it out, shoving it in the microwave.

Ashton was alone, sitting at the empty counter, the pizza in front of him taunting him. His mother had taken Harry and Lauren out after Harry's basketball game, which meant whenever they'd return he could say he already ate.

He didn't have to.

He let his head hit the counter, before he reached for the pizza and took a slow bite. It didn't go well. He felt the dough and cheese sticking to his hips and stomach with every chew and after 3 bites he felt the bile rise in his throat.

Ashton shook his head and threw the slice, grabbing a handful of fruit loops from the jar. He stared at the coloured cereal, before emptying his hand back, and instead grabbing 6 grapes from the fridge.

They would be more than enough until tomorrow. He would just skip dinner and then maybe eat breakfast, just for show in front of his mom.

Lunch, he'd stopped long ago, and dinner was the same, just a show, and he'd often end up throwing up when he had to eat more than he wanted.

He knew it was bad, but he was so far in, that he couldn't dream of stopping. He wasn't anywhere near as skinny as he wanted, but he was getting there.

He dragged himself upstairs, and sat on his carpet, pulling out his notebook. He flipped through, before finding "Outerspace/Carry on". He'd worked on it for months now, and finally it was a beautiful song, that he had to admit, he was proud of writing.

He read the lyrics over in his head, smiling contently at how they sounded. He glanced at the time, and decided to leave his homework for now. Ashton really loved his song. Now, he wanted to compose the music and make it complete. The thought excited him, of having a proper song. He'd only ever finished them lyrically, prior to today.

However, Ashton's family was a little tight on money. They weren't struggling, but there wasn't much to be thrown around for things like broken glasses more than once a year, or bass, acoustic and electric guitars.

Ashton did have a drum set, which he'd gotten years ago when he'd started, but the guitars, he played at school, not having any of his own.

Ashton needed at least one guitar to start with the riffs, because the drum part was always easy for him, he could come up with something on the spot if he wanted. The only solution, however, would be to go to Calums, because he had a bass, which he hoped, could be borrowed.

Ashton didn't know where to get an acoustic or electric from, but he'd figure that out later.

It took 45 minutes to work up the courage to walk next door.

It was Michael who answered, and Ashton wondered why either Luke or Michael were always over. He'd figured they'd left when the were heading to the car earlier, but apparently not. Ashton took one look at the boy in front of him, before he spun around to walk away.