"Ready to go home, Sky?"
I looked up and nodded at Michael.
It was about 11am, about 6 hours after the whole incident. Jason was sent to a prison in Perth, his court being in a couple months, although I didn't have to go.
I spent most of the 6 hours in the police station, answering questions, giving information, all that...and then I went to the hospital to see Caitlin, Calum, Luke and Michael. Michael was lucky enough to just have a fractured nose and some bruises, so after him begging the doctors, he managed to come home. Calum was a little less fortunate, his nose was broke, his ribs were fractured and he was internally bruised and just bruised, bruised. Luke and Caitlin are gonna be attended to for a few weeks, even months because they kind of lost the feeling in their legs and they'll need crutches.
All in all, no operations needed.
Ashton? Ashton was with me in the police station, just explaining how he knew there was something going on (to which he already saw something through the windows, then the noises and expectations kind of gave it away), explaining what happened once he got there and then he was free to go home. He even confessed threatening to blow Jason's brains out if any harm was done; yet completely confirming he wasn't really going to do anything of the sort, just 'badly beat him up'. The officers said that with Jason's reputation and record, 'badly beat up' was acceptional.
I followed Michael into a Ashton's car, we called him and asked if he could pick us up; to which he gladly agreed.
"Hey," Ashton nodded. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah mate, just a fractured nose. Nothing serious." Michael replied.
"Okay, good. You Sky?" He asked me as I jumped into the passengers seat whilst Michael got in the back.
"I'm fine." I mumbled.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, a concerned look on his face.
Michael looked over at me too, suddenly worried from Ashton pointing it out.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I said through gritted teeth.
"He won't hurt you ever again." He assured me.
"He didn't hurt me. I'm just really fucking pissed that he hurt the others, though." I sighed. "Did they ever tell you who the others were?"
He nodded. Whilst we were at the police station, I took my time to ask about the other men that were refraining us from eachother.
"Malcob Jennings and Thomas Heathrow were with Michael, Stephen Bruins was with Calum and Evan Peters was with Luke. They were all a part of a cult thing in college, so their criminal records is just shoplifting, drug selling, drug stealing, underage drinking and driving and shit like that. Nothing too serious. So, they were basically blackmailed by Jason, he'd take their sisters or girlfriends and hold them hostage and threaten he'd kill them and stuff if they wouldn't do what they say." Ashton finished.
"Wow." Me and Michael said at the same time.
"You're lucky, Michael." Ashton said.
"Yeah..." I mumbled.
"Well, thank fucking Megan Fox that it didn't happen to us." Michael chuckled.
"Megan Fox is babe." Ashton agreed, nodding.
"Totally." Michael fawned.
"Excuse me, doesn't someone here have a girlfriend?" I raised my eyebrows at Michael.
"Yeah Ashton, don't talk about Megan Fox like that right infront of your girlfriend." Michael smirked.
Me and Ashton's cheeks went bright red.
"We're not together." Ashton mumbled.
"You sure? That's a shame." Michael smirked. "You saved her life, man. You're a good dude."
"Mister stay-away-from-no-good-irwin-he'll-kill-you." I scoffed.
"Aw, you broke his little rules." Ashton giggled. "Good girl's a bad girl that hasn't been caught, I guess."
"That should totally be a song title." Michael awed.
"Yeah, go ahead and write it." I laughed.
"Hey, Ashton, let's make a band." Michael joked.
"Yeah, I'll be your drummer." Ashton joked along.
"Wait, you play drums?" Michael's jaw dropped.
"Yeah, I learnt when I was a kid." Ashton laughed.
"No way! I play guitar." Michael grinned.
"Serious?" Ashton grinned.
And from then on, I kinda zoned out of their conversation about instruments, bands and stuff like that.
I sat back, relaxed in my seat and listened intently to the random radio station that was playing songs. Until I realized it was a very familiar song.
"Halsey, Sky!" Ashton and Michael both said. I eyed them both and they both started laughing at their coincidence.
You were dancing in your tube socks, in our hotel room
Flashing those eyes like highway signs,
Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder...
Just wanna feel your lips against my skin...
"She's got a good voice." Ashton commented.
"She's pretty hot too." Michael mumbled.
White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth and the night life,
You told me this is right where it begins,
But your lips hang heavy, underneath me,
And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me...
"I like the sound." Ashton mumbled.
"She's calming." Michael agreed.
You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry,
Your girl's got red in her cheeks, cause we're something she can't see,
And I try to refrain, but you're stuck in my brain,
And all I do is cry and complain...
Because second's not the same...
"She sounds like the type of girl your boyfriend cheats on you with." Ashton laughed.
"She sings about being a one night stand, smoking cigarettes, getting high on legal marijuana, being a wanderess, and not belonging to no city or man, so yeah." Michael said.
"Sounds sexy." Ashton laughed.
I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight,
I didn't mean to fall in love tonight,
You're looking like you fell in love tonight,
Could we pretend that we're in love?
"See what I mean!" Michael reasoned.
"Dammit, Halsey, you can't just fall in love with your one night stand." Ashton said in a mock white-girl voice that caused Michael to laugh.
"You two enjoyed Halsey excessively." I laughed.
"Is Halsey her real name?" Ashton asked. I shook my head.
"Ashley Fragniapane." I said.
"Fragniapane is a mouthfull." Michael said.
"This whole conversation is about Halsey, you realize that right?" I said.
"Yes." Ashton and Michael said at the same time.
"Right." I mumbled.
"Anywho, we're here." Ashton noted, stopping in his driveway.
"Come to ours!" Michael said.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yeah." I smiled.
I knew it meant a lot to him, as if he could finally be looked at as a normal person instead of someone who 'killed his fiancé'. It was like he was being asked to come and be a part of a normal life with a friend. I knew it meant a lot to him because he never thought he would get the chance.
"Okay." He agreed, smiling like a five year old on Christmas.
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Really short but meh
Its cute af like hI MASHTON
And yes i am Halsey af rn pls
IT'S FUNNY HOW YOU GUYS MUST THINK I'M SOME 16-18 YEAR OLD WITH ALL OF THIS AHAHAHAHHAHAHA im rlly not hmu wbu
so guess my age i guess idk
love you faggetes
-sierrahhhhrrrrr