I Think I Love You (Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter 7

*cuz im in love with the

thought of you*

{Thought Of You - Justin Bieber}

~Luke's POV~

"Boys?!" My mom walks in surprised. "What did you um... Do last night?" She widened her eyes at the sight of us.

Wait, what?

I looked down to see Ashton peek an eye open and I realized our position. I had an arm wrapped around his, incredibly small, waist. While he had his, incredibly big hand on my...

{yeah I know what you're thinking you little perverts}

...chest. Gotta admit we look really cute together but, uh. We'll be together sooner or later! You just wait and see.

"Oh um, sorry. Uh, it was nothing really Mrs... Oh, uh. Liz, it meant nothing at all." Ashton stuttered out sitting up getting out of this quite comfortable position.

"Yeah, no biggie." I mumbled obviously annoyed with my mother.

She interrupts the best moments I swear.

"You sure?" My mom gave me a little eyebrow wiggle. Oh. My. God.

"Nope! It meant nothing at all Liz." Ashton smiled sweetly at her while I frowned.

'It meant nothing at all'

'It. Meant. Nothing. At. All'

'it meant nOTHING AT ALL'

'IT MEANT NOTHING AT ALL'

Well now that I know that's how he feels I can just pack my bags and go cry. But it could always be like those fanfictions, right? Where I'm making a big deal out of everything but in the end it turns out that he really loves me after all and we live happily ever after...?

...nah.

It's called fanfiction for a reason.

"Okay, I see. Well it's 6:50 and you have school soon. So go get ready you two." She chuckled lightly closing the door on the way out.

"Yeah she's right... Well good morning, sleepy head." I ruffled his mop of curls before he let out a small giggle and ran a hand through it.

"Good morning L-Lukey." He said. Probably unsure if it's okay to call me that.

"You know no ones ever given me a nickname before..." I say, sweeping my hair off to the side.

"Well now you have one!" We laugh as he rubs his sleepy eyes.

"Yay! I'm glad, you're cute anyways." I casually say watching him blush.

"Yeah, it is a cute nickname isn't it." He nods.

"Oh yeah I guess but I wasn't talking about the nickname." I get up winking before walking to my drawer.

SCORE. IM SO SMOOTH.

"So how about I go make a quick breakfast while you go get ready?" I ask handing him a shirt since he already had his jeans from yesterday.

"Sounds good." He smiles (ADORABLY MAY I ADD) taking the clothes and heading go change.

He could always change in here...

LUCAS SHUT UP.

Now what was I going to do? Oh yes, breakfast time.

~Ashton's POV~

HE CALLED ME CUTE. HE CALLED ME CUTE. HE CALLED ME CUTE. LUKE HEMMINGS CALLED ME CUTE. LIFE = COMPLETE.

BEST. DAY. EVER.

But then again there aren't many of those...

Anyways. I head into the bathroom thinking I'm an idiot, I probably embarrassed myself so bad. I walk in seeing my cheeks turn from a bright red back to its natural pinkish color. Ugh, this boy I swear.

I chance quickly and look at myself in the mirror. I look... Decent? I honestly for once in my life think I look good. I fumble with my hair a bit more before walking down the stairs into the kitchen seeing Luke at the stove.

It's time to be brave Ashton do something.

'Do what?! You have literally 2 seconds to make a move.'

Ugh! Shut. Up.

I walk over slowly and wrap my arms around his waist.

FRICK, OF ALL THINGS I COULD DO. WHY AM I SO STUPID.

"AH!" Luke screams a bit before he turns around noticing its just me.

" Ashyyy... You scared me." He pouts putting the beautifully cooked egg on my plate.

"Sorry Lukeyyy! Damn that looks like it came from a restaurant." I stare at my plate in awe.

"Please, I'm not that good of a chef. But thank you for the compliment, it means a lot." He smiled setting two glasses of milk on the table where we were sitting.

"This is what you call a 'quick breakfast'?" I laugh, eating the delicious meal.

"Uh, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow. "What's your definition of a 'quick breakfast'?" he chuckled.

"A granola bar." I shrug, as we laughed.

"Ooooh so healthy!" He rolled his eyes. "Well it's now 7:16 so I'm gonna go change! You can use my spare toothbrush under the sink in the bathroom, second to top drawer." He smiled patting me on the back as I out my dish in the sink.

"By the way you look hot today." He whispers in my ear before running upstairs.

OH. MY. GOOD. LORD. HELP. ME.

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Calm yo titties down imma make a chap. 7 part 2 2nite n it's almost 1am so u betta feel fuckin special u muthrfckahs.

~S x

{I sound drunk I'm sorry}