THIS IS SO SHITTY AND I WROTE THIS ON SATURDAY AND I HAD A STOMACH BUG AND THE WEEK WAS REALLY SHITTY MORE SHITTY THAN MY SOTMACH BUG DAY  AND SCHOOL STARTED TODAY AND I HAVE EXAMS AND OH GOD HELP ME I'M 13 I SHOULDN'T BE WORRYING ABOUT THIS

IT'S SO LITTLE I'M SORRY

there will be malum but not too much since some people might get uncomfortable with it

the story will be updated on mondays 

byee, hope you enjoy the crap i wrote x

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Ashton just wanted something to light up his days. He was a college art student, he needs inspiration and he doesn't have none - it might seem fine but for an art student it's living hell like writer's block for writers.

It was exactly 7.45 AM when he woke up on his apartment, groaning loudly when he heard the voice of his friend Michael as an alarm(he said 'Ashton get the fuck up before i go there and make you choke on your own dick' repeatedly). He had to put it on the other side of the room so he could actually get up and get ready for class. Something was licking his face and that something was Ginger, his dog - and the only reason why Calum actually came over.

He pets Ginger and walks up to his phone unplugging it from the charger. The curly haired boy puts his glasses on and goes to the kitchen, making a sandwich. He stares at the street while doing it, it might seem weird but everything is so perfect and detailed he loves it. Ginger climbed on his lap, laying there and getting comfortable.

He moved to England last year for college. He had to leave Australia to pursue his dream of being an artist but his mom was really supportive of it. He still sends money every month though, to make sure his siblings are living the life they want and shall have.

There was loud banging on the house next to him and he already knew it was probably Calum and Michael having morning actions. Ashton sighed and put his coffee mug on the table, getting up and knocking on his friend's door.

Michael answered the door with a smile on his face and messy hair.

''Hey Ash, what are you doing here so early?''

''Can you please stop jumping on the bed? You promised you would stop...'' he politely asks.

''Sorry, Calum saw a spider - you know how he is afraid of spiders - and it was the only thing he could do.'' he laughs ''I killed it already so you don't have to get angry at us.''

Ashton nodded and smiled ''Okay, thanks.'' he begins to walk away but Michael's voice stops him.

''Hey, what time are you going to class?'' he asks and Ashton turns around before getting in his house.

''At 8.30, why?''

''Do you want a ride?''

''Yeah, sure.'' Michael nods and both go to their houses.

He cleaned the mess he made and threw it out, making his way to his bedroom. The curly haired boy got dressed, put on his glasses and went to Michael's house. Michael was saying goodbye to Calum - his boyfriend - and they went upstairs to Michael's car.

Michael is doing Science in college while Calum is going to be a Lawyer. They have different schedules but congratulations for surviving without me sex is always good - at least for them, Ashton suffers with it.

''Have you found any inspiration yet? Something to make your day less grey.'' Michael joked. When Ashton was sad or un-inspired he could be pretty poetic, even at 3 AM when he is reading a random book. (note: same)

''Not really... I realised it doesn't have to be an object or a simple thing on the street: it had to be someone different and special.'' he sighs ''Someone different from everyone, that doesn't fit in our stereotypes of art. Just... different and special, ethereal even.''

Michael chuckles, looking at his friend for one second before focusing on the road ''You never know when you might find someone, what if it takes too long?''

''Well, if it takes too long I have to stick with your suggestion of you and Calum pose naked for me.''

Michael laughs and then the only thing making a sound is the radio, it was a nice silence though so the boys didn't mind. He parked his car close to the campus and both got out of it with their bags. They greeted the man cleaning the street, his name was Marshall and he was really nice to both boys.

They arrived the campus freezing because of the cold, mostly Ashton since he wasn't that used to this but Michael is from here so he doesn't have a problem with it. Calum was American (from Texas) and it was hard for him too so whenever he wanted to complain about the weather he would talk to Ashton. Calum and Michael met online on tumblr and became best friends - boyfriends after one year and a half - it was 6 years ago at least. While that Ashton was lonely suffering because of Skylar Astin (note: same 2).

Ashton looked at the clock and frowned ''I have five minutes left! Bye Michelle.''

''My name is not Michelle.''

He ran to the other side of the campus, slowly of course, it's 9 AM for fucks sake. He analyzed some people through the way but it was pretty normal, they were pretty normal and didn't light up his day (mainly because it was couples being all cute together and he needs a boyfriend sooner or later). He arrived the class and everyone go in already. Shit, he thought, now I have to deal with the walk of late shame.

''Excuse me?'' a foreign accent said behind him.

Ashton turned around and almost passed out. That boy was so beautiful. There were so many tattoos on his arm, chest and some even went to his neck. He had a lip ring and an eyebrow piercing too. His skin was pale, those ocean blue eyes were staring to his soul in a good way and he sighed happily. His hair was dark brown. This boy is so beautiful, different, special, ethereal... he wants to throw himself to the boy, kiss him and say it was an accident. He was also really tall and broad.

''Little man...?'' the sex-on-legs guy said.

''Y-Yeah? I'm sorry I just... went out for a minute.'' he apologized ''How can I help you?''

''Is this arthistic class? I'm new.'' His accent wasn't english, american or australian ''I am Lucas but you can call me Luke.'' he took his hand out from his pocket and Ashton shook it, looking at his eyes while the boy smiled.

He had a beautiful smile.

''It is, I am Ashton.''

''Nice to meet you Ashton. Let's get in?'' the smaller boy nodded an opened the door.

Everyone stared at them with shame because they arrived late. There were at least 28 students on the room plus the teacher who was so busy reading a book she didn't notice them arriving. Richard, one of Ashton's friends, laughed at him but it was so loud it called the teacher's attention.

''Hey Ashton, care to explain why you are late?''

''I'm sorry it-''

''He was showing me the way to my classes. I'm sorry miss, it won't happen again.'' Luke said politely, making Ashton smile and blush. This boy is so damn perfect.

''Oh... You must be the new student from Portugal. It's okay then, thank for showing around Ashton.''

''It won't happen again.''

''I hope so.''

He whispered a thank you to Luke who politely smiled and nodded, walking to a seat. Ashton did the same and sat down next to Richard who made fun of him for being late claming that he should get laid because his face was horrible in that moment - which he replied with 'But this is my face everyday.'

When the teacher was disctracted with her book again and everyone doing their work he took that time to admire Luke like he wanted when they met a few minutes ago.

His hair was in a beanie now. You could see some of the tattoos on his arms and neck, even his chest. It was random things that must have a significate to him. He had his eyebrows furrowed and cheeks red because of the cold. His blue eyes were shining a little and Ashton internally cried because this boy was so beautiful and perfect. He looked like art, he was made of art.

And that's when the curly haired boy realised it, he found the thing he has been looking for.

He took out his phone and quickly went to the chat with Michael and Calum.

[to: Grass head, Not-Asian]

I found it

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i know his name is not actually Lucas but we don't have Luke in Portugal we have Lucas #culturetime