"Ohhh, Lukeyyy!" Ashton's singsong voice rang through their apartment.

"Leave me alone, I'm a burrito of sadness."

Ashton found Luke wrapped up in a blanket sprawled out across the couch, a trashy soap opera playing on low volume on the TV.

"No," He giggled, plopping down on top of his best friend. "Because I have exciting news! You'll never guess who I saw today!"

"If I ask you who you saw, will you leave me alone?"

"Probably not."

"Fine. Who did you see?"

Ashton grabbed his phone out of his pocket, finding the correct picture in the photo album. "Look!" He shoved the phone in Luke's face. "I met Michael Clifford, from the show you watch."

Luke snatched the phone from him, his eyes focusing on the picture in front of him. He gasped. "What the fuck!"

"He was so nice, Luke. Go find that boy and marry him."

Luke, still in shock from what Ashton is telling him, he could barely comprehend what was happening.

His best friend, the one would could barely stand Luke watching Life as a Clifford took a fucking selfie with Michael.

Sobering up from his shock, Luke glared at his best friend, "Thanks a lot for getting me his autograph, I really love it-oh wait, you didn't!"

Ashton looked down at his blond friend, who was still wrapped up in his blankets, he was pouting. He felt sad for a moment, then remembered Luke has done this countless time to him before; like when he met All Time Low and didn't even think to get him a signed vinyl, when he knew Ashton loved them, having a large collection of them. And because when you're in the presence of All Time Low you better get something signed.

"Wait, so did you meet him at work?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Damnit, now I have to shop at that healthy store in hopes of meeting my one true love." Blondie sighed dramatically.

"You're so dramatic. And it's not like it would kill you to eat healthier. I get a discount, so drop by whenever."

Luke sighed, but knew it was the truth. "Maybe, but don't count on it."

"Wasn't going to, buddy." Ashton giggled, echoing through the room.

"Go do something else, I want to stay like a burrito and watch reruns of Life as a Clifford, they added the new season to Netflix."

"You're so dreary, go do something with you're life." Ashton replied, hopping up from where he sat on his friend.

"I work at Guitar Center, that's doing something with my life." Luke argued back, but knew once again Ashton was right, not that he'd actually tell him that. The one thing Luke has learned from being best friends with Ashton was once you told him he was right he'd continue to remind you of that time and rub it in your face.

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"Michael, dafuq is wrong with you? Don't treat your mother like that." Luke angrily yelled at the TV, upset about the newest episode. He thought Michael was being rude to his mother, because he knew if he ever told his mum to fuck off it wouldn't be a beautiful end result.

Ashton sat on the recliner opposite of the couch, laptop placed securely on his lap, but listened to Luke ramble at the TV as he looked for new clothes online. The thing was, Luke was a little dumb when it came to reality TV, even if Ashton tried to explain it to him, about half the stuff they do is staged to add in the extra drama, he simply wouldn't listen.

"Hey Luke?"

"Not now."

"Luke.."

"No."

"Luke!"

"What?"

"Michael just followed and dm'd me on twitter!"

"Liar."

"Look! He wants to meet me for coffee, 'cause he thinks I'm super cute."

"How did he even find you? Besides, I bet if he met me he'd think I'm cuter."

"Don't know. And I doubt it."

"Fuck you. I'm coming with you," Luke smirked "and then Michael will fall for me."

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an: lots of dialogue. as I keep writing the chapters that only have Luke and Ashton they seem to be all dialogue and i don't know why tbh it just happens. So I hope you don't mind. :)

thanks for reading!