Ashton was in a club one night wearing his leather jacket, his sunglasses, and his hair as wild as it could've been from his drive with the top of his car down. He was drinking away his thoughts, his memories, and then he met Luke, the flower boy with a flower in his hair and a beer bottle in his hand who helped take his mind off of things.
NOBODY WRITES LASHTON ANYMORE BUT PLEASE
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FanfictionStory ideas that I have but could never write. Please take them and do something wonderful with them. And if you do, link me to it. You're all creative people who do the world good. Show me that good. Show me something to admire. Show me something b...