Bad Influence

2.

"Come on, baby," Ash whined. He was high as a kite right now. We had been having this relationship type thingy for about two weeks now, but he was still always high, drunk, or both. He hasn't been to the point where he did anything crazy, but that doesn't mean he couldn't.

"No, Ash. I don't feel like it." I rolled out if his bed and walked to the kitchen. He kept trying to kiss me, but I just wasn't in the mood. We hadn't had sex or anything, but we've been doing a lot of making out lately. I heard his foots steps behind me.

"I'm hungry. Fix me food woman." He went to go sit on his coach and began to flip through the channels on tv.

"What do you want to eat Ash?" I giggled. I started looking through the cabinets. All I could find were ramen noodles.

"Whatever you can find, love."

As I fixed his noodles I couldn't help but notice just how much liquor and drugs were all over his house. There were half empty bottles every where I turned in his house, on his bedside table there was a box full of weed, and on the coffee table in the living room usually there was a line of cocaine. Beep! The microwave went off interrupting my thoughts.

"Yum, thank you baby," Ash smiled and put down a bag of twizzlers as I handed him his bowl of noodles. I sat on the sofa Indian style and just stared at him. Why did he do this to himself? Why did I want to fix him so bad? He turned to look at me weirdly. "Babe, what are you staring at ?"

"Huh? Oh nothing, just thinking." Ash put his bowl down and pulled my legs where they were across his lap.

"What you thinking about baby?" He began to rub my feet.

"I was just wondering how you have such nice things and such a nice apartment when your dad cut you off." I said it lowly because I didn't know how he would react.

"Ohhhh, you're thinking about me." He laughed. "Well first, my dad didn't cut me off. I left. Second, he also sends me a check every month and let's just say its a good amount of money. Third, baby I'm a drug dealer. I don't get paid in Monopoly money." He began to laugh some more.

"Ash do feel like this is wrong?" He stopped laughing and looked at me seriously.

"Think what's wrong?"I pointed between me and him.

"Us."

"Why would we be wrong Karson?"

"Well I'm sixteen and you're eighteen. And my parents would kill me if they found out. And," I was about to ramble on but Ash cut me off by leaning over and kissing me.

"Karsen, that's only two years apart and you turn seventeen next month. You're parents aren't going to find out. Now calm down okay ?" I nodded my head . "Good. Now it's getting late and I'm tired. Lets get you home." He stood up with me still in his arms so I wrapped my legs around his waist. "What are you doing, Karsen?" He chuckled.

I loved his laugh, it gave me butterflies like I was in grade school."I don't want to let you go," I whispered.

"I..uh...you...we need.." He couldn't get his words out. Me, Karsen Rosalia Mariani  made Ash Stephen Carter stutter. I pecked his lips and then smiled.

"What was that ?" I asked.

"I'm bringing you home." He put me down and walked to get his keys.

"Ash? What'd I do? I can't get my words out sometimes too." I laughed.

"Oh shut up." Ash came out of no where and picked me up bridal style. "I told you the day you became mine. You do things to me and I don't know if I like it or not ." I grabbed his lip ring between my teeth.