Romeo and Juliet: Modified , Lashton

Act 13: A Home. (Repost)

I had someone say they couldn't read this on their computer, so I'm going to repost. Sorry guys. I'll have a new update tomorrow.

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Ashton went home with his mother, not even bothering to say good bye to anyone. His mother tried to talk to him, but Ashton didn't let her in, just gave her simple answers each time. She sighed in defeat and drove them both home. Once they arrived, Anne told him that she had to go back to work before the end of her lunch break and that Ashton was to stay in with Lauren and Harry until she returned. She also informed him that when she did come back, they would be having a talk about what happened today.

Ashton nodded, not really listening, then told his mother goodbye before closing the door behind her. He locked it and then sprinted upstairs to his room. Ashton slammed the door behind him, wincing at the loud echo it gave inside the hollow house. He threw off his jacket and book bag before plopping down on his bed.

Ashton sighed deeply into the duvet, burying his face into the fabric of his colorful sheets. He kicked off his shoes and crawled underneath the covers. His eyes shut tight as he took in the sweet silence of the empty house. No yelling, no sounds of people kissing, no lustful whispering, no harsh insults, just complete, utter silence.

It was pure bliss.

Ashton felt himself drifting away. Slowly being ensnared by the powerful grasp of slumber. His whole body felt heavy; his eyelids the heaviest. It was warm inside his cocoon of blankets, and it was cozy. They smelled like sweet lavender- meaning his mother had washed then sometime- and they were so amazingly soft. It would be hard for anyone to fall asleep in them.

So, Ashton let himself be taken away by sleep. Hoping his dreams would be better than his reality.

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Ashton was woken by the annoyingly insistent buzzing of his phone in his pocket. He grumbled incoherently as he dug around blindly for the object. He slid the 'accept call' button and placed it to his ear.

"'Ello?" Ashton croaked out.

"Ashton?" Came the voice from the other line. "Ashton where are you?"

"At home." He said, still not knowing who it was.

"Oh, well why? You need to come back to school we had practice today."

That's when he realised who it was he was speaking to.

Ashton held the phone away to look at the caller I.D and, sure enough, 'Lucas' was displayed across the screen.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ashton hung up the phone and threw it across the room. Luckily, it landed on his carpet so it wouldn't be broken, but, unluckily, Ashton himself was still broken.

He groaned, stuffing his face into his pillow. He didn't want to deal with Luke right now. He didn't exactly want to deal with life right now either.

It wasn't Luke's fault- well, it was partly.

It was his fault Ashton felt like shit. It was his fault that Ashton was being tortured now. It was his fault Ashton couldn't trust him anymore. That was all on him.

It wasn't his fault that Ashton was a fool to like Luke. Or that he actually believed that, maybe, he could have the slightest of chances with him. That was entirely Ashton's fault for dreaming of such outrageous things.

Luke Hemmings was a homophobe. He would always be a homophobe. Even if, miraculously, he wasn't one anymore, he would still always be straight. He would still never like Ashton and that was the sad truth.

Ashton felt himself being consumed with an overwhelming sadness that made his body feel on fire, yet numb at the same time. His heart was empty but so heavy in his tight chest. His mind reeled with painful thoughts that left him seemingly unaffected. Everything about him was in pain but he thought he was completely fine.

Ashton was a walking contradiction.

He got up from the bed to go downstairs for awhile. He'd has enough of wallowing in self pity for today.

Ashton walked down stairs and took a left into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. He poured himself some dry cereal- though, it was easily passed two in the afternoon- then made his way to the living, turning on the T.V before settling down on the couch.

He flipped through the channels, landing on a special presentation of The Little Mermaid on Disney channel. He contently watched as Ariel swam about in her wide ocean-home, searching around the shipwreck for hidden treasures.

Ashton formed a delightful metaphor out of that scene. He decided that the shipwreck was a damaged person, someone broken and sinking down into the depths of their own terrifying ocean. But, even in the horrific catastrophes, there were still hidden treasures waiting to be found. Even if not everyone could see them, and even if they were hidden deep inside, they were there. And they could be found.

"Weird," Ashton said, smiling, munching happily on his cereal.

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