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Ashton says your just friends because Michael Like's you.

You stared intently at the curly-headed boy as he giggled along with his friends. He was so perfect for you in every single way, but Ashton didn't even like you back. He wouldn't even give you the time of day. Your just (y/n) Luke best friend to him, and that's all you ever will be. It hurts knowing that someone you like so much could care less about you. Someone who made you so happy hardly cared about you.

"Hey," Luke smiled, walking over to the lunch table you were sitting at. "Fanstizing about Ashton again," Luke asked with a silly grin. "No, maybe," you shrugged, looking away.

Luke Hemmings was a close friend of yours. You could go to him when you needed him the most. Luke was someone you could count on. You had other friends, but Luke was someone you knew you could trust. It could be that your parents have been friends since school days, or that you and Luke just clicked.

"You look like a stalker staring at him like that," Luke chuckled. "Shut up, Lucas," you sighed, glancing down at the marble school lunch table. "You could talk to him?" Luke commented, "I don't know," you mumbled shyly. You've only talked to Ashton a couple of times, and that was because you were with Luke. "Just talk to him," Luke stated, and he waved at Lilly, your friend, who was walking over to you two.

You glanced back at the curly-headed boy two tables away and sighed. His hair was perfect, as was the way his eyes sparkled as he talked. He makes your heart melt, and all you want is to cuddle up to him.Thinking of Luke's words, you could just go over there and talk to Michael and Calum. You took a deep breath and stood up. Smiling one last time at Luke. As you walked off to the other table, Lilly mumbled something to Luke about how she liked his shirt, but you ignored them and sat down next to Calum.

"Hey (y/n)" Calum smiled, "Hi guys," you blushed, "Hiiii (y/n)," and Ashton bellowed. You blushed, looking over at him from across the table, sitting next to Michael. "Oi, you made (y/n) blush," Michael pointed out. "Awe, you're cute when you blush," Ashton winked.

You looked over at Luke and smiled. And you ran your hands in your hair. The bell rang, making you jump. Calum giggled and patted your shoulder. Michael got up next and followed Calum, but not before he winked at you.

"(Y/n)," Ashton spoke as he snapped his fingers in your face. "Sorry, Ash, I spaced," you blushed embarrassedly. "I want to walk to class with me," he asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sure," you mumbled as you followed him down the packed hall full of kids.

You couldn't believe you were walking to class with Ashton. You were trying to process all of this in your head. It was so unreal.

"So," Ashton sighed before stopping you by the vacant hallway. "We need to talk," Ashton sighed. "Okay," now you were nervous. What was he going to tell you? "I know you like me (y/n), but I like you as a friend," Ashton sighed, clearly relieved that he had gotten this off his shoulders. "Oh, I understand," you said. Trying not to cry in front of him, you told yourself to take deep breaths. "I'm sorry, love," Ashton sighed, feeling bad. "It's fine, Ash," you snapped before walking away.

You searched the halls for Luke. But of course, he all went to class. Luke hated being late to class. You knew Ash would never like you back, so why would you even try? You made a mistake, and I know you are hurt more than anything.

After school, you slammed your locker shut and walked down the hall, only to be stopped by Ashton. "(Y/n) don't be mad, please; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Ashton pleaded with you. "You don't think saying you didn't like me back would hurt ash?" You snapped, annoyed with him. "I've only ever liked you forever," you snapped, confessing to him. "But you would never like me; you like every other girl besides me," you chocked as a tear rolled down your cheek. Ashton's face softened. "How do you think Michael feels?" Ashton snarled, "What do you mean? You asked confusedly, "He likes you a lot," and those were the last words he said before walking away.

Michael likes you. Since when? He wasn't that bad-looking; he was really attractive if you thought about it. Maybe Ashton was the wrong guy?

(I hope you enjoyed it.)