"We're not together." Ashton mumbled.

"You sure? That's a shame." Michael smirked. "You saved her life, man. You're a good dude."

"Mister stay-away-from-no-good-irwin-he'll-kill-you." I scoffed.

"Aw, you broke his little rules." Ashton giggled. "Good girl's a bad girl that hasn't been caught, I guess."

"That should totally be a song title." Michael awed.

"Yeah, go ahead and write it." I laughed.

"Hey, Ashton, let's make a band." Michael joked.

"Yeah, I'll be your drummer." Ashton joked along.

"Wait, you play drums?" Michael's jaw dropped.

"Yeah, I learnt when I was a kid." Ashton laughed.

"No way! I play guitar." Michael grinned.

"Serious?" Ashton grinned.

And from then on, I kinda zoned out of their conversation about instruments, bands and stuff like that.

I sat back, relaxed in my seat and listened intently to the random radio station that was playing songs. Until I realized it was a very familiar song.

"Halsey, Sky!" Ashton and Michael both said. I eyed them both and they both started laughing at their coincidence.

You were dancing in your tube socks, in our hotel room

Flashing those eyes like highway signs,

Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder...

Just wanna feel your lips against my skin...

"She's got a good voice." Ashton commented.

"She's pretty hot too." Michael mumbled.

White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth and the night life,

You told me this is right where it begins,

But your lips hang heavy, underneath me,

And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me...

"I like the sound." Ashton mumbled.

"She's calming." Michael agreed.

You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry,

Your girl's got red in her cheeks, cause we're something she can't see,

And I try to refrain, but you're stuck in my brain,

And all I do is cry and complain...

Because second's not the same...

"She sounds like the type of girl your boyfriend cheats on you with." Ashton laughed.

"She sings about being a one night stand, smoking cigarettes, getting high on legal marijuana, being a wanderess, and not belonging to no city or man, so yeah." Michael said.

"Sounds sexy." Ashton laughed.

I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight,

I didn't mean to fall in love tonight,

You're looking like you fell in love tonight,

Could we pretend that we're in love?

"See what I mean!" Michael reasoned.

"Dammit, Halsey, you can't just fall in love with your one night stand." Ashton said in a mock white-girl voice that caused Michael to laugh.

"You two enjoyed Halsey excessively." I laughed.

"Is Halsey her real name?" Ashton asked. I shook my head.

"Ashley Fragniapane." I said.

"Fragniapane is a mouthfull." Michael said.

"This whole conversation is about Halsey, you realize that right?" I said.

"Yes." Ashton and Michael said at the same time.

"Right." I mumbled.

"Anywho, we're here." Ashton noted, stopping in his driveway.

"Come to ours!" Michael said.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah." I smiled.

I knew it meant a lot to him, as if he could finally be looked at as a normal person instead of someone who 'killed his fiancé'. It was like he was being asked to come and be a part of a normal life with a friend. I knew it meant a lot to him because he never thought he would get the chance.

"Okay." He agreed, smiling like a five year old on Christmas.

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Really short but meh

Its cute af like hI MASHTON

And yes i am Halsey af rn pls

IT'S FUNNY HOW YOU GUYS MUST THINK I'M SOME 16-18 YEAR OLD WITH ALL OF THIS AHAHAHAHHAHAHA im rlly not hmu wbu

so guess my age i guess idk

love you faggetes

-sierrahhhhrrrrr

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