But why me? (FatGum x F!Reader)

Intruder

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When you had gotten back to your apartment you where bombarded with questions from Ashton.

"How was it?"

"It was fun"

"You kiss him?"

"Um no"

"Why not?"

"It's the first date, idiot"

You where left with a spinning head by the time Ashton had left for his own apartment. Only to find that he texted you more questions.

"I'm not answering those" You had muttered, your body was exhausted, your feet hurt, and you wanted to get out of the stupid skirt.

Now you stood in the bathroom, completely naked. Your eyes gazed at your shoulder and leg, then  back again.

"More scars, yay..." You sighed to yourself, your hand tracing the scar on your leg. This scar was most definitely going to show when you had shorts on.

It was showing the whole time I was wearing that dumb skirt...

Your eyes slowly cut to the shower, the water had been running for awhile now. You heaved a sigh, your legs carrying you inside.

Your body shivered in delight as the warm water slid down your body. You leaned your head up so the water could run down your neck.

"I needed this" You mumbled as you felt your muscles relax. Your feet still hurt, but at least you didn't have to wear those damn heels anymore.

It was an awkward walk home. I still can't get over the whole thing. You clap a hand over your mouth, your face burned bright red. Your mind wouldn't let you forget how your chesticles where practically hugging Toyo's arm.

I'm never going to be able to look at Toyo without thinking of that. Your mind nagged  at you the whole time. You barely even heard a word Toyo said during the date. I'm mad at myself for not being able to listen.

You shake your head, your nose scrunching up as you cringed. "Your an idiot Y/n" You muttered to yourself.

After the shower you threw on a hoodie with no under shirt, just bra. Then you added some shorts to the mix, the outfit was practically all you ever wore. "Finally! My bed!" You gratefully slumped onto your soft bed, the blankets soon engulfing your body.

While in the middle of getting comfortable, you hear something in the kitchen. You shrug it off. Probably Ashton.

He would always come back, even at random times. He practically lived at your place rather than his.

Crash!

You shot up from your pillow, your hands gripping the bed tightly. "Are you serious Ashton? That better not be my new champagne bottle!"

You jump up and run towards your kitchen.

Smack!

Thud

Your face was hit with something hard. You groaned, your e/c eyes adjusting to the dim lights. Your head was pounding now, and your blood was boiling.