26-02-'16 × 85 days to go
85 days to go × we doen het weer eens anders (WIY)
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Het duurde even, maar ik heb iets. Dit keer een Ashton, omdat ik Calum en Michael de vorige keren heb gedaan.
She decided to go to kitchen, since that was her plan in the first place and the smell seemed to come from there. She descended the stairs and the smell got stronger.
As soon as she opened the kitchen door, she could see immediately where the strange smell came from. The kitchen looked almost like a warzone and Ashton was standing in front of the kitchen counter. He turned around to see who opened the door. She could see bits of the ingredients of whatever he was making on his shirt and he had flour on his face, like war paint.
“I swear, this is not what it looks like,” he said as he saw her standing in the doorway.
“So you’re trying to tell me you did not try to cook or bake something and it definitely did not get burnt?”
He laughed. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you. I’m glad you get it. I would also like to add it's not as much as a mess as it may look like.”
“That’s good to know, because my kitchen looks like a warzone, with you as the only survivor in it,” she told him.
He smiled. “Yeah… How’s studying?”
“It’s okay. I know many other things I’d rather be doing right now, but it’s interesting so far,” she answered. “I just wanted to take a short break. You know, to get a drink and such.”
Ashton smiled again. “Can I get you something?”
“You could make tea and get me cookies?”
“You sit there and wait while make the tea,” he ordered, pointing at the table.
He was ready within two minutes and wanted to give her the tea and cookies but seemed to change his mind while doing so. “That will be one kiss, ma’am,” he told her.
She rolled her eyes before kissing him. “You can keep the change, sir.”
He gave her the tea and just before she left the kitchen she asked him: “Ash?”
“Yes, honey?”
“You may be the sweetest boyfriend on earth, but I expect this kitchen to be clean after dinner. Just because my housemates aren’t here, does not mean you can make a mess of it.”
Ik vond 'm echt heel leuk om te schrijven.
I'm actually a bit proud of it.Ook een leuke prompt trouwens (: 8 jaar geleden
Dit is niet m'n beste werk. Pardon me.
‘Then tell me what it looks like to you, because to me this looks pretty much like a fucking engagement ring!’ She certainly did not expect to find the little box in their bedroom today. Or any other day for that matter. Luke had accidentally dropped it on the floor when he pulled a sweater out of their wardrobe. Of course she had bent down to pick it up. That’s when realization hit her and she connected the dots in her head.
He tried to look for an excuse, but there really wasn’t any. ‘That’s because it is…’ he admitted defeated. Carefully, his fingers pried the little box out of her hand. She didn’t put up a fight because she was rather stunned by his answer. ‘I’ve had this for a while now but I could never think of the right way to ask you. Or the right time.’
Oh how many times he laid awake at night, pestering himself with his thoughts. She was his girl and he loved her so much. She only deserved the best and he wanted to give her the perfect proposal. He never thought of one though.
‘Luke…’ Her soft voice was like music to his ears. It was probably his favourite sound in the whole wide world. No song could compare to her melody, not even the riffs he composed by pulling the strings of his guitar. ‘You’re the love of my life and I wanted it to be perfect. But I think I screwed it up pretty good, didn’t I?’
He couldn’t blame her for turning him down if she would choose to. God, he would’ve turned himself down too.
‘Aren’t you supposed to ask me something?’ she countered him with her own question. His blue eyes lit up with a spark of hope and he eagerly popped the little box open. It was actually the first time that she got to take a look at the jewel inside. A simple but oh so beautiful ring rested in the space provided. He knew she wasn’t one of the big rocks.
‘You’re my favourite person in this world and I don’t want to spend another day apart from you. Will you please marry me?’ He didn’t even go down on one knee because, hell, his proposal couldn’t be further from conventional than it already was.
‘Yes.’ The smile that formed on her lips was almost as bright as the sun on its highest point. He slid the ring onto her finger, a perfect fit.
And just like that, Luke decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life living with the sun right beside him.
‘This is not what it looks like’
After a long day of work, you came home, totally worn out. You heard a high pitched laugh from the living room, making you frown. Your daughter was still with your parents, since Michael was touring. He wouldn’t be home until next week.
You were slightly starting to worry, carefully placing your bag down on the floor in the hallway. While preparing yourself to attack whoever was in there with your daughter, you opened up the door.
But what you saw, wasn’t really what you would’ve expected.
Michael was standing in the middle of the living room, dressed in a pink tutu that clearly was way too small and totally stretched out, a little silver princess crown on top of his head and a wand with a star on top in his left hand. His face was colored in different shades of pink and red, and loads of glitters where everywhere. But literally, everywhere.
You couldn’t help yourself but burst out laughing at the sight, softly shaking your head, tears already starting to form in the corner of your eyes.
Michael immediately looked up, his cheeks turning red.
‘This is not what it look like,’ he quickly said.
‘Oh, so you’re not dressed as a pink fairy princess?’ you were able to say, still laughing.
‘Maisy wanted to dress me up! And I haven’t seen her in so long, I couldn’t deny it,’ Michael pouted, pointing towards Maisy who was sitting on the ground, clapping enthusiastically and giggling while doing so. She was clearly very amused by her princess dad.
You took your phone out of your pocket and quickly snapped a picture of the beautiful and very funny scene on front of you. Maisy on the ground, looking up while laughing out loud, and Michael looking down at his little princess.
‘But, why are you home? I thought you wouldn’t be until next week?’ you then wondered.
‘Surprise!’ Michael laughed raising his arms, lifting up the pink glittery wand. ‘I thought I’d pick up Maisy already from your parents,’ he explained, while walking over to you.
‘I’m glad your home, princess,’ you laughed, poking his pink cheek.
‘Shut up,’ Michael mumbled, kissing you. It was a short but passionate kiss. You smiled at him, and started to laugh again.
‘She has you wrapped up all around your finger,’ you laughed, looking at Maisy who now found another occupation, playing with her teddy bear.
‘Just like her mom,’ Michael mumbled, tapping your head with the wand. ‘But I may be a princess, you’re still the queen, babe,’ he grinned, kissing you again.
actually kinda proud of this one hehe c:8 jaar geledenalso im dead now bc feels bye
Ik heb momenteel geen tijd om iets te schrijven, maar als ik vanavond terug ben van de scouts post ik zeker nog iets. ^^ Leuke prompt trouwens!
8 jaar geledenIk reageer zo meteen met m'n stukje hehe c:
8 jaar geleden