what do u get when u put salmon on nutella

I CANT BREATHE BYEYEYFIKAFJOQ

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"how do i wake up?"

"charlie, he already knows way too much. why don't we just-"

"he deserves to know, luke."

"yeah, luke. i deserve to know. i mean, it is my brain, isn't it." ashton spats. i mean, i don't blame him for being angry with me. i just wish he wasn't.

"fine." i mumble, and lay back onto his bed. we share a look before charlie starts talking again. one that i'll never forget. his eyes are filled with, what i believe to be, betrayal. like i really fucked up this time. and i know i have. i should have told ashton the day, maybe even week, he created this whole thing. but i didn't. and that was my mistake. mine. not anyone else's. the thing is, i still feel the love that the luke in the real world gave him. it's...in me? it's like, stored in me. that's a creepy way to put it, but that's the only way i can explain it.

"truth is, i don't know how to wake you up."

my attention immediately turns to charlie, "you don't?"

"you don't?!" ashton shouts, obviously just as surprised as i am.

"no. but i know who does." she says, and smiles. confusion fills me for a quick second, but then i remember what she said earlier. and i think ashton does, too.

"well, ya gonna tell me or not?"

just kidding.

"michael, ashton. michael knows." she states. her facial expression actually makes me snort because she just gives him the "are you fucking kidding me" look. priceless.

"oh."

wait for it.

"OHHH, RIGHT. i remember now. he's the part of my brain that remembers everything!"

"exactly." charlie smiles. i just kind of sit and watch the whole thing. not like they need me anyway.

"where is michael?" charlie asks, glancing at both me and ashton. ashton shrugs, looking about as adorable as a lost puppy. i don't blame him, this is a lot to take in.

"he's asleep on my couch." i sit up, "he's been out for a while now."

"go wake him up?" ashton suggests-- well, more like demands. he put on his grumpy pants this morning, didn't he?

"come with me." i pout.

"nope, this is all you, hemmings." ashton smirks. "you can do this by yourself."

"oh, c'mon! he's gonna punch me in the face like three times if i go alone!"

"why would he do that?" charlie asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"hm, i don't know, charlie." i tap my chin with my index finger in a thinking manner, "we just told ashton the biggest secret that he's been trying his hardest to keep, he knows i've never dated michael, and plus all that; he hates being woken up from his naps. he's a grumpy one."

"wait wait wait wait wait wait." ashton buds in, pointing his index finger at me and furrowing his eyebrows.

"um, what?" i ask, glancing at a slightly worried looking charlie.

"you and michael never dated?"

oh. guess i didn't mention that.

"did i not mention that?"

he shakes his head, "no. you didn't." he licks his lips quickly, "wait, so who broke his heart?"

"actually...that was what happened with me and you."

my stomach turns at the slight thought of what happened between me and ashton before all of this. his facial expression softens as his lips part slightly.

"me and you. really? we actually were a couple?"

"are. we are a couple. i visit you everyday; we never broke up and i never found someone else."

gee, way to be blunt, luke.

"god, this is insane." he runs his hands through his hair, closing his eyes. "how the hell can i be in a coma? this all feels so real. i just...i don't get it."

"your imagination can be more powerful than you think, bud." charlie gives him a sympathetic smile, "it's a lot to take in, i know. we can go talk to michael later if you want."

"y-yeah. i think i'll just go to sleep." he says, already starting to lay down. i sigh, getting up off his slightly deflated bed, and begin to walk towards the door. charlie following.

"luke," ashton calls. i immediately turn to look at him, "will you...will you stay?"

i turn to charlie, she just has a small smile on her face. she looks at me and nods. i turn back to ashton and smile, "yeah."

he smiles, scooting over slightly, making room for me on the bed. i happily walk over to him and slip off my shoes, and lay down next to him.

"alright you two, i'm gonna go. i'll see you later." charlie waves and quickly scurries out the door, leaving the house quiet.

i get under the blankets and try to leave some distance between me and ashton. we just kinda lay there for a while, until i decide to close my eyes.

"you're my boyfriend, yeah?"

i open my eyes, "yes."

"so...i can kiss you, yeah?"

i bite the inside of my cheek, trying to keep back a smile. i see him glance down to my lips, then back to meet my gaze. "yes, ashton, you can."

"good." he says, barely finishing his sentence before he presses his lips gently against mine, closing the gap between us. i cup his face with my hand and smile into the kiss. it's not a heated kiss, it's not lustful, it's just a passionate and gentle kiss. one full of love and i enjoy every second of it. his lips move in perfect sinc with mine, i'm almost disappointed when he pulls away to catch his breath. i'm surprised when he immediately crashes his lips with mine again, but this time, with much more force. like he's trying to be dominate. i chuckle into the kiss, but still move my lips with his. he moves and climbs onto my lap, but doesn't break away from the kiss. he pulls on my hair, gentle enough for it to feel good. i groan, making him smile and do it again. i pull away and start to leave a trail of kisses all the way down to his neck. he giggles, pushing me away lightly. i smile, trying to catch my breath, aswell as him.

i rest my hands on his hips lazily, staring at his, now very messy, hair and swollen, pink lips. it brings a smile to my face.

"you're...a really good kisser." he chuckles. i feel a blush rise to my cheeks. i shrug, "thanks, i guess. you are too."

he smiles, shyly, before his face turns serious; his eyebrows furrow and his shoulders fall.

"what's wrong?" i ask, frowning.

"you're- you're not real. this didn't actually happen." his eyes start to tear up, and his breathing starts to quicken. i siit up, easily moving him to sit on my thighs and not my hips. i wipe some of his tears away and move some hair out of his face.

"ashton, shhh, it's okay. it's alright. it's all gonna be okay." i say, wiping more tears that make their way down his face. he sniffles and locks his eyes with mine. "i-i," he starts, but doesn't seem to finish. i pull him in for a quick his, which he happily takes. i pull away and lock a gaze wirh him.

"ashton, i may not remember this when you wake up, and that's a sad fact, but you know who will?"

he shakes his head.

i tap the tip of his nose, gently, making him smile and warming my heart.

"you will. and that's all that matters. and you know what? i love you just as much as i did before this whole thing happened. that's a fact, irwin. okay?"

he nods, "okay."

i smile, wiping away a few more tears off his face, "now, why don't you take a nap."

"luke, i don't get it."

i sigh, "you will."

"what if i never wake up?" he frowns, looking at his hands that resting-- well, on my crotch.

i bring my index finger up to his chin and make him look at me.

"you'll wake up soon." i say, "i promise."

he sighs, but nods, and climbs off me and snuggles back into the blankets. i sigh after a couple minutes when he still looks upset. so, i decide to do the thing i only know how to do.

"hey, ashton?"

"y-yeah?" he hiccups, making me mentally awe.

"why couldn't the flower ride his bike?"

"what?" he smiles.

"answer the question." i smirk.

"i don't know...why?" he chuckles, sitting up to meet my gaze.

"because he didn't have any petals."

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