"where can i put my stuff?"

"your- your stuff?"

"yeah...? i'm sleeping over, right?"

HE'S SLEEPING OVER.

"oh, yeah, right. um, just on the floor over there." i point to the far right corner of the living room, smiling shyly. he smiles and walks over and setting his stuff down.

but holy fucking shit he's sleeping over. like actually sleeping in my house. oh, my god. just me and him. alone. c'mon ashton, flirt your ass off.

"i don't really have much to do...i'm sorry." i rock back and forth on the heels of my feet, sticking my hands in my sweat pants pockets.

"that's okay, we can just talk." he says, his cute grey onsie making him look even more adorable.

talk. hm. not exactly what i had in mind, but okay.

"that's cool, too." i say, and sit down on my blow up mattress. he doesn't ask, but just automatically sits next to me and rests his hands in his lap. it stays quiet for a second or two, but i build up as much confidence as i can and actually start a fucking conversation.

"so, luke, how old are you?"

"um...seventeen? yeah, i'm seventeen." the whole sentence comes out as more of a question, but i just let it slide and give him a polite smile.

"oh. i'm nineteen." i say. he looks down at his hands and i swear he mumbles something, but i just can't make it out and i really don't wanna ask.

"do you..live alone?" i ask, trying to form some kind of conversation.

he nods. "yeah."

gee, one syllable. isn't this a great sleepover. turn up.

"you live alone at seventeen? really?"

"my mom...she, uh, she died when i was fifteen. i lived with my aunt for almost two years until one day she just left me alone and never came back. i dropped out of school when i sixteen and i never looked back. i live alone. that's that."

his words shock me for a second- that's a big part of his past and he told me about it. someone he barely knows.

i realize i look like a weirdo just staring at him. i clear my throat awkwardly, shifting myself on the bed. "i'm really sorry about your mom, luke. i bet she was great."

"she was." is all he says, looking down at the floor and cracking q smile. i just know he's thinking of his mother.

he shakes his head softly, turning his attention back to me. he "so, ashton, how about you? how's your life?" he smiles.

boring. dull. plain.

"i'm not very interesting or what you would call extraordinary. i'm just a kid who dropped out of school and became a bigger nobody than i was before."

shit, where did that come from?

his eyebrows furrow, but that's quickly replaced with a smile as he puts his arm around my shoulders playfully. "you're not a nobody to me. i think you're quite amazing!" he exclaims.

i blush slightly at his words and pray to god that he doesn't see it, but since he's so close to me, i'm pretty sure he does. "thanks, luke." i say, fumbling with my hands while the smile on my face only widens. he nods as to say you're welcome and pulls his arm away, leaving me with a somewhat empty feeling.

"so," he speaks after a while, "what do you wanna do?"

i shrug. "i don't know. what do you wanna-"

"let's watch a movie." he interrupts.

"luke, i have no cable or wifi, remember?"

"you got a laptop?"

i nod.

"then we can watch a movie!" he giggles. i shrug, crossing my legs and resting my hands in my lap and paying all of my attention to the blonde boy in front of me. he says something, but i don't catch it because of the fact that i'm honestly just gazing at him. he's actually so good looking. his blue eyes are so beautiful and his lips are so plump and pink; i'm surprised i'm not jumping him right about now. and, hell, that jawline could kill-

"ashton? hellooo? did you hear anything i just said?" he snaps his fingers in front of my face until i inhale a sharp breath, blinking a few times before nodding, "uh, yeah, a movie?"

he smirks, squinting his eyes softly, "mhm. a movie. which movie did i ask if you have?"

"uh, frozen?"

he chickles, i swear i see his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink, but i don't comment on it. "i was right, you were just staring at me."

i feel my cheeks heat up, causing me to bring my hands up to cup them, "i was not!" i defend much too quickly then planned.

he laughs this time, throwing his head back slightly, holding his stomach. "mhm, okay." he says between breaths. "it was grease, by the way." he mumbles. my body jolts with excitement.

"you like grease?! i love grease!"

"i'm guessing that means you have it?" he smirks. i nod eagerly, already getting up off my lazy excuse for a mattress and heading to, what's supposed to be my room, and searching through my backpack for it.

"i brought pop tarts!" i hear luke shout from the living room. i silently thank god for giving luke good taste in foods before grabbing the movie and running out of the dark room. i run into the living room and stop when i see luke already starting to open up a package of chocolate poptarts. i smile and grab my laptop and sit down next to luke. i get the whole thing set up and i set the laptop in the middle of luke and i. i get comfortable under my blankets, as does luke. he sticks a poptart in his mouth before pressing play.

"seriously?" he says. i turn to him with a questioning look.

"what?"

"you're so far away." he pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.

oh.

i shyly smile and move the laptop onto my lap and scoot closer to luke, half is on his lap and half is on mine. we're so cute, why aren't we dating-

did he just put his arm around me?

oh. he did.

do it, ashton. lay your head on his shoulder; just go for the kill.

i listen to my insane thoughts and lay my head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. i glance up at him, i see a small smile on his face and feel his grip around my shoulders tighten slightly and that's what makes me smile for basically the rest of the night.

+

"how does the car even fly?"

"i don't know, it just does!"

"whatever, i wanna watch back to the future."

"you seriously have beautiful taste in movies."

"yeah, well."

i laugh, getting up and walking to my room to get my collection of all my back to the future movies. that's right, i got 'em all.

i quickly make my way back to the living, completely ready for another cuddle session with luke, but i walk in to see him stood up, looking out the window.

"luke?"

"hm?" he hums, still paying all his attention out the window.

"i, um, i- i got the movies." i say, awkwardly playing with the plastic ends of the covering of the dvd. he turns to me and smiles.

"right. okay." he says, and sits in the spot he was before. i don't ask him what that was about, but i just sit beside him. he grabs the dvd and puts in the movie. once we're all settled in, this time laying down instead of sitting up, he puts his arm around me, but this time around my waist. he pulls me closer than i was before and i can't help but widen my eyes at him. i'm practically on his lap and he's smiling like an idiot. i pay my attention to the movie, and it interests me-

for a little while.

i gasp when i feel luke's arms snake around my waist and to the high of my thigh.

really, hemmings? that's how you get it? that's your move?

i scoff and scoot away from him slightly. he frowns and scoots closer to me, and i can't say that i don't like it. i'm tempted to just trample him right about now, but i don't. i just lean my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes. i smirk softly when i hear him sigh, obviously frustrated. ha.

but once my eyes close, i soon realize how fucking tired i am. it doesn't take me long to drift into a blissful and much needed sleep.

luke's pov.

getting turned on by a boy who is very attractive is normal, yeah. but getting turned on by a boy who is very attractive is just awkward. i'm pretty sure ashton noticed the little problem that had started to form in my pants. or, you know, half of my onsie. god, i sound like a thirteen year old boy who's just hit puberty.

i go to say something to him, but when i turn to him i see him sleeping beautifully on my shoulder. soft snores escape his lips, which make me smile.

"if only you could remember." i mumble. i sigh and place the laptop next to me, closing it, leaving the place very dim, and i rest my head atop ashton's. i give the top of his hair a soft kiss and pray to god he didn't feel it. i close my eyes and soon enough, i'm falling asleep myself.

+

next morning // ashton's pov.

my eyes flutter open and i'm met with luke's still closed ones. he's so close to me, but i don't mind. my eyes squint due to the sun shining through the windows of the living room. it's stopped raining; for now, at least. i hesitantly bring my arm up and place it gently around luke's waist, pulling myself closer to the boy. he snuggles into my neck, probably just by default, and soon his cute, soft snores fill the room once again. i smile and close my eyes, just praying that i'll be able to stay like this for a little while longer.

+

"psst, ashton!"

i groan, covering my head with my blankets as i feel a poke in my rib cage.

"wake uppp!" i hear luke whine, next thing i know i'm being shoved. i groan again and remove the blankets from my head. my hair covers most of my face as i glare at luke.

"what do you want?" i spat.

"i'm bored and you snore loud." he mumbles and crosses his arms. well.

"mhm, i don't care. goodnight." i mumble and place my head lazily back onto my pillow.

"if you get up i'll give you a blowjob."

my head shoots up, my hair is basically covering my widened eyes as i stare at him in disbelief. "what?"

"i'll do it." he says in all seriousness.

i glare at him, "no you won't."

he smirks, narrowing his eyebrows at me, "wanna bet? get up and take your pants off."

"luke!"

"what? i'm serious." he chuckles. "i'll do it."

"no, bye." i grumble and throw my head back into my pillow.

"well, fine. your loss." i hear him mumble and feel the bed move a little before coming to a still. i guess he just got off the bed.

that is, until i hear luke whisper something in my ear that leaves me flustered for what seems like an eternity.

"just so you know, it really is your loss. you have no idea what wonders my mouth can do. oh well."

+

haha (~: im (~: so (~: hormonal ((((~:

it's a cliff hanger kinda

a sexual one

haley michele.