I was on my phone and Ashton was on his. Was it awkward? Fuck yea. Why? Because we’re on the other sides of the room texting each other.

“Hey Shawn you wanna go out to lunch today? :)”

I looked over at him, he probably was texting someone else as well, he is popular.

“It’s 7pm Ashton, you mean tomorrow, right?” I texted and then glanced at him again, he never looks at me back, from what I see at least. Maybe he looks when I’m not looking?

“Oh yeah. :( You wanna play games tonite or somethin?”

Jesus how does he even type so weird? I have no idea what fucking drugs he’s on but I’m on ADHD medication. (TMI, Shawn)

“What games would we even play? All the games I have are single player.”

“Mario party?”

“We’re 2 people, Ashton, Mario party is made for 3 or more, you dimwit.”

I realized that I wasn’t even using the computer so I walked right past Ashton and crawled into my bed.

“Oh… also you wanna like, talk in real life? We’re not that far and this super awkward.”

I put down my phone, “fine,” I put my arm on the railing of the bunk, “what the fuckity-wuckity do you want?”

“Uh well, I wanna talk? I don’t know. Like what games do you have?”

I fucking sweated to death right there. I only own fucking porn games, Ashton. “Uhhhhhh…”

“Do you have Fortnite?”

“No what the actual fuck.”

“I don’t know… are you sure you don’t have any multiplayer games?”

I sighed, “no I don’t, but if you wanna spend your money we can get one.”

Ashton looked kinda distraught and disapointed, fucking hell stop pulling at my feeling-strings.

“Fucking hell Ashton, we don’t have to do anything right now, we can go to lunch tomorrow, you don’t have to always make everything about the fucking present.”

He didn’t expect that from me, I’m also not used to giving advice. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I just thought it’d be fun to play a game together since you like games and stuff… I don’t know.”

“If you really wanted to get to know me you’d wanna fucking watch one of my weird ass anime but like, eh, you tried.” I flopped flat on my bed. I am laying down now.

I know I’m putting him into the most fucking awkward conversation but my god, he isn’t taking my outta of the stereotypical neurotypical conversation very well.

“We should both get to sleep soon if we wanna get to lunch before the crowd…” Ashton said awkwardly before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

That was weird. I don’t know, I usually see Ashton all happy and shit but I guess we all have something to work on.

I passed out at some point, I forgot, but I did wake up so no one shot me.

I looked around… quiet. I sat up and inched towards the ladder, looking around some more to see if Ashton was awake. There was no proof of anyone being awake. I didn’t see him and there were no bathroom or kitchen noises.

What time is it? I gotta know. I crawled down the ladder and looked at Ashton’s alarm clock.

ELEVEN THIRTY!? WHAT THE HELL!?

That’s not possible! Unless Ashton left me! What if he decided against the lunch thing? What if he hates me because of what I said? What if he doesn’t like me at all!?

And then I hear a groan from behind me. WAIT WAS ASHTON NOT AWAKE UNTIL NOW EITHER!?

I turned around and fuck Ashton’s hot. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

He squinted, “Shawn? Hey what time is it?”

I puffed out my cheeks, “IT’S ELEVEN THIRTY, YOU DIMWIT!” flailing my fucking arms all over the fucking place.

“Oh shit- I mean…” he covered his mouth, “oh gosh dang we better get on our way!” he sat up and looked like he wasn’t fucking stressed out. What the fuck, Ashton.

I thought for a second, “we could always get dinner… and have a brunch here…” I looked around the room because eye contact is a bitch.

“You just wanna watch me cook, don’t you,” he smirked. He fucking knows, fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I said “uh” but like way longer with multiple voice cracks and I don’t know how to put that into words.

He chuckled and stood up, “I like you a lot,” he wrapped his arm around me and we walked to the kitchen. Fucking hell, jesus christ can I just die right here right now?

I sat down at the two seat table we have and Ashton walked to the kitchen counter, “so what do you want, baby? Were you thinking more breakfast foods or lunch?”

“I was thinking more of breakfast foods, however I like lunch foods better,” I thunk, “maybe a salad? It’s simple and-”