7-Eleven [Lashton AU]

Chapter 8

*Ashton's POV*

"I get you ice cream, Ashton, and then you don't even touch it?" Michael scolded. "Look, it's going to melt."

We were currently sitting in his living room. Well, he was sitting. I was lying face down on one of his sofas. I didn't even feel like eating ice cream, so I just left it alone. It's wasting Michael's money, I know, but it's not mine, so what does it matter? Besides, he doesn't care about that.

"You seem glum," he said. I turned my head so that way I was facing him.

"A little bit," I said, not even bothering to lie to him. He's just going to figure it out.

Michael sighed before standing up from his spot. "I'll make you some chocolate milk. How does that sound?"

I smiled, "That sounds lovely." Michael walked into the kitchen and I just hid my face back into the sofa again. I flipped myself over so that I was staring up at Michael's ceiling. I took a quick glance at my cup of chocolate chip ice cream. I just wasn't in the mood for ice cream right now, even though earlier I was super excited.

Maybe it's because I met Luke there and found out he has a girlfriend. He's as straight as a linear line. He'd never go for a guy, not even a sexy one like myself.

I groaned before slapping my hands over my face.

"Why did I have to be a guy?" I whined quietly so Michael couldn't hear me. "Or better, why couldn't he be gay?"

It bothers me that Luke has a girlfriend, yet I've got a little crush on him. I don't know the guy that well, but it doesn't seem like I'll ever get past the customer zone. That's worse than being in the friend zone.

Damn it, what's worse is that he's straight. But it's just a crush that I have, so it'll go away. It'll definitely go away. I've had crushes on girls in the past and they're gone now, so what would make Luke so different?

If I never walked into that store he would have never came into my life.

"Your chocolate milk's ready," I heard Michael announce. I glanced over at him and watched as he set the cup down. I slowly got up and threw my feet off the couch. I take the cup of chocolate milk into my hands and take a sip of it.

Oh, sweet chocolatey goodness.

"I love the way you make chocolate milk," I sighed, taking another swig of said drink.

"Since you like chocolate milk so much, how about I just give you my Nesquik powder?" I nearly spat out the drink right then and there. I set the cup down and manage to swallow the milk. I stare at Michael with wide eyes. "I mean, I only ever use it whenever you come over, so why not just hand it over to you?"

"Are you serious?" I asked. "You're giving me your Nesquik, no lie?" When he nodded I jumped up from my spot, ran over to him, and wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you, Mikey! I love you!"

"Calm down, it's just Nesquik. I'm not giving you my first born child or anything." I pulled away from him and began gulping down more of the chocolate milk. I eagerly handed the empty cup to him, begging him with my eyes to give me more. He let out a sigh before he took the cup from me and walked into the kitchen.

Don't judge me, okay? I love chocolate milk just as much as I love stealing.

I sat down on the sofa again, clasping my hands together and bouncing my knees. I stared at the cup that held my chocolate chip ice cream and saw that it was nearly melting. I picked up the cup and began finishing that. It's not as good as chocolate milk, but it's ice cream. Well, it's more like a milkshake, but I don't care.