#chaitealate

Here you go! I hope you liked the first one   :)

Ashton: You’re woken up in the morning by a rough hand softly shaking your shoulder and look into Ashton’s beautiful hazel eyes, full of shame and regret. You wonder what he’s done when you remember and sit bolt upright, his hand falling off of your shoulder and resting on the bed, where he starts nervously twisting the sheets. “Look, (Y/N), I wasn’t thinking straight and I was so, so stupid. I got pressured into doing it and I wasn’t even thinking about you and I’m so sorry…” He rambles, his eyes refusing to meet yours and his free hand running through his curly hair, like he does when he’s nervous. You sigh and grab his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes and his voice fades off in the middle of a sentence. “Just promise you won’t do it again, for real this time.” You say, not wanting to fight. “I promise.” “Good,” You say, kissing him.

Calum: You sit in the kitchen, sipping water from a cup miserably and praying to God, Jesus and ninja turtles (haha sorry ignore my weirdness) that Cal hasn’t gotten injured. You’re nodding off when you see a group of guys starting out the door, Cal among them. You immediately jump off of the couch and start after them, catching Cal’s wrist as he passes through the doorway and yanking him back inside. He trips and grabs your shoulder to steady yourself, knocking you both over onto the floor. “Hey, (Y/N)” he smiles, his eyelids drooping and creeping you out a bit. “Okay, time to go back home,” You say, picking yourself up off the ground and holding your hand out for him but he doesn’t take it. “No, I wanna stay here.” He whines, getting off the floor but backing away. “Suit yourself.” You respond, annoyed, and walk out the door even though you knew you would be coming back for him later, he mattered too much to you for you to leave him like this.

Michael: His cold body is all that’s left and you know you cant do anything without your angel. You know what you have to do and exactly how to do it. The doctors seem surprised when you give Michael a last, quick peck on the lips and walk back to your car nonchalantly. You don’t look back, getting in your car and searching for the stash of pot that you kept in your car to keep Mikey from getting to them. You drive a ways out of town until nobody is around you, and the railroads are right in front of you. The railway is always busy and trains come at least once every hour. You got a lighter and rolled the weed into a stick, went to the railroad and laid across it, lighting the stick and taking a drag. You didn’t have to wait long. The last thing you saw was bright lights, heard the rush of wind and knew that you were going back to your Mikey.