Ashton sat on his curb. He was drumming on his knee, looking around at the vacant street, filled with nothing, except Luke's house.
Where inside, Luke would watch Ashton from his window, secretly.
For Ashton, he seemed to be something.
But something, Luke could not explain.
Hell, Luke hardly knew the kid.
But from the way he talked and moved and just looked,
He seemed to be someone Luke had to meet.
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Maybe.||Lashton
FanfictionIn which Luke met a boy who always said maybe because he didn't want to tell people the ugly truth we call life. [COMPLETED]
