"Nobody's gonna hold your hand
And guide you through
It's up for you to understand
Nobody's gonna feel your pain
When all is done
And it's time for you to walk away"
Scene Two - Roger Rabbit - Sleeping With Sirens
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Saturday rolled around and Luke woke up reasonably early. Sure, he was a little bit too excited so he sat an alarm, but whatever.
He walked into the kitchen for some chocolate milk, stepping on some broken glass in the floor. "Fuck."
Now I'll just get yelled at for tracking blood through the house.
Cleaning up his own blood, he saw that his mom left him a note.
Dustin's at work, duh, and I left. Be back soonish.
"How specific 'mom'." He sighed crumbled up the paper and tossed it in the trash.
After making his milk he washed a few dishes and cleaned up broken vodka bottles. He then sat in the living room for an hour and played on his phone. But, to be honest, twitter sucks, Facebook sucks, Instagram sucks, and snapchat is funny when you have someone to actually talk to, but all his friends are asleep.
Ashton was busy cleaning his apartment like a mad man. He really had no idea why, either. He knows (assumes) that Luke's house is shit, but that doesn't meant his has to be.
He took a shower and spent an hour picking out what to wear. Because what if he's to casual? To sporty? To goth, to punk, to preppy, to bland? Luke shouldn't mind the whole black look. He dresses like that himself, so it shouldn't be to weird.
Luke did the same thing. He took a shower and stared at himself in the mirror. First of all, he's fucking ugly. His mom is right. Dustin is right. But at least he's in shape.
He turns around to see all the cigarette burns on his back. They're actually embarrassing. Whatever boy he was saving his body for is a choice that has flown out the window. At least the bruises were gone, and the cuts on his wrist from the coffee table were faded into pale scars.
He traced the long scars on his left arm from his freshmen and sophomore year. What a huge mistake.
After his shower he stayed walked to his room in just a towel so he could pick out something to wear. He eventually and ultimately decided on ripped skinny jeans, a red and black button-up flannel, and his black lace up boots.
As seven thirty began to roll around Luke searched frantically for his car keys and looked in the mirror one last time.
"Alright, Luke. Don't fuck this up."
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Ashton had no idea what time Luke was supposed to show up, but he practically jumped out of his skin to open the door when he heard a knock.
It was just the pizza boy.
The second time he heard a knock he just knew it was Luke. He adjusted his hair and straightened his shirt.
When he opened the door he saw something so beautiful. And he knows that this is such a clichéd thing to say, but Luke is a fucking angel in disguise. His smile is just perfect.
Luke tossed whatever was left of his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it.
"Can I come in?"
Ashton blushed and moved out of Luke's way, "Sorry."
This time Luke actually noticed Ashton, "Damn Mr. Irwin. You're fucking hot."
"You, uh, don't have to do that."
"Do what?"
"Call me 'Mr. Irwin'. My names Ashton."
Luke nodded, "A hot name for a hot teacher. So what are we doing? I hope it has something to do with all that pizza over there."
"Well my couch turns into a bed, so I thought we could eat pizza and watch some movies."
"Sweet."
Luke was very excited about the pizza so he held onto it while Ashton fixed the couch.
"What all did you get?"
"Well I had no idea what you liked so pepperoni, sausage, cheese, and supreme."
Luke laughed, "I guess you're in luck because I love all of those."
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"What movie do you want to watch now?" Ashton asked as he got off the bed.
"Do you have any scary movies?" Luke mumbled, trying to wipe the exhaustion out of his eyes.
"Yeah I've got a few. I don't really watch them."
"What not?"
"Scary movies scare me," he giggled.
"Don't do that."
"What?" Ashton asked innocently.
"Giggle. It makes me want to kiss you."
"Maybe I want you to kiss me," Ashton
winked and Luke rolled his eyes. "How about The Devil's Inside?"
"Yeah. That's fine."
After Ashton set up the movie he jumped on the couch and hovered over Luke.
"What do you want?" Luke asked, poking Ashton in the stomach.
Ashton giggled again, "What you said you would do earlier."
"Kiss you? And what if I don't want too?"
"Well, I guess you're gonna have too."
"Mmm where are you going? who else am I gonna play with?"
Luke closed his eyes and tried to forgot about that. That stupid night. That stupid. Fucking. Night.
"Luke? You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm alright," He let out a deep breathe and opened his eyes. "The movie is about to start."
Ashton frown but rolled behind Luke and wrapped his arm around him.
"What happened to your wrist last month?"
Luke chuckled, "That came out of no where. Why do you care?"
"Because I just do, tell me."
"Okay, but you have to tell me something."
"Fine. But give me my answer first. You didn't, like, cut yourself did you?"
"What? No! I don't do that shit anymore."
"But you used to." He frowned.
"Hah yeah, used to. Past tense. I almost killed myself with that shit, it didn't even solve anything. But luckily Calum found out and made me quit."
Little does Ashton know that suicide was intentional.
"Can I ask why?"
"I would prefer if you didn't. Not yet anyways."
"Oh," Ashton sighed. "So what did you have to ask me?"
"Why do you take anti-depressants?"
This made Ashton sit up straight. "Did you go through my bathroom? What the hell, Luke?"
"Hey, it's no reason to get upset. I don't care that you take them, I just wondered why. You don't have to tell me."
"You have to tell me why you cut yourself. Or why you have burn scars on you."
Ashton just crossed a line and he knows it. And all he can think is, fuck.
Luckily Luke wasn't too mad. He just kind of stared in disbelief. "Whatever. I'm going to sleep."
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Ashton wasn't lying when he said that scary movies freaked him out. Every single little noise made him whimper. Unfortunately a loud clap of thunder shook the apartment, and Ashton nearly jumped out of his pants.
"Ashton," Luke mumbled.
"God?" Ashton whispered, voice shaky.
"Close enough. Why are you scared?"
" 'M not." He lied. But unfortunately he heard more thunder and whined again.
Luke laughed and sat up, "Liar."
He un-buttoned his shirt, tossed it to the ground, and laid back down so he could wrap his arm around Ashton.
"What are you doing?"
"Just go to sleep." Luke said as he closed his eyes.
Ashton did the same, and the third time he heard the thunder he didn't jump.
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Two updates because I won't have internet for awhile :-) Love you guys. Please tell me what you think!