Travesty

Part 2

(Tbh I don't even know if anybody is reading this anymore but this will be a texting chapter for the beginning)

Lena: Hi, is this Ashton?

Ashton: Sure is, I assume this is the pretty lady from the café?

Lena: Lol you must have the wrong person then...

Ashton: Awe your modesty makes me know that this is actually Lena :-)

Lena: Haha thanks I guess, so I still have your shirt... Thank you again by the way like you are a life saver ;-;

Ashton: It's no problem darling, I'm sorry again for my lad, he's not the nicest of the bunch

Lena: Oh trust me I could tell haha

Ashton: Yeah... So when do you wanna meet up to get the shirt back to me?

Lena: Anytime is fine, I legit have no life.

Ashton: How about right now? Me and my lads are about to have band practice, you could stop by before and give it to me :-)

Lena: That would be great, what's the address?

Ashton: 1173 Whispy Oaks

Lena: Okay, I'll be there in around a half hour

I picked myself up from laying down in my bed and decided to actually brush my hair, Ashton was attractive after all. I grabbed his shirt and walked out my front door, hoping into my car.

I settled my CD on my Fall Out Boy album and pulled out of the driveway. I was feeling fat so I stopped by McDonalds and grabbed a soda, being nice and getting Ashton one too.

I got to the address he had sent me a little bit after 45 minutes. I walked to the front door and knocked slightly, nobody answered and I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.

I noticed I was a little later than expected so they probably already started practicing. That's when I realized the music coming from the garage.

I stepped over to the garage door that was shut and pressed my ear against it. The band that Ashton was part of was definitely talented, the guitarist and lead singer was going hard and they both sounded amazing.

After the song they were playing finished, I lifted my hand and knocked on the garage door. I heard shuffling around inside of it and then the garage door started opening.

Ashton stood there with a big, dorky smile on his face. He was sweaty, from playing I assumed as he swept his hair to the side with the hand that didn't have drum sticks in it.

"Lena! I was beginning to think you weren't coming, how long have you been here?" He asked me, his nose twitching slightly. "Since the last song you played, whoever the guitarist is was gettin' it and they did a great job," I replied and smiled.

I heard a boy from further in the garage shout, "YESSSS somebody finally appreciates me!" And a boy with blonde fringe came running from the back. "Hi! I'm the guitarist who was 'gettin it'," he said and smiled, sticking his hand out to me.

I shook it and smiled, "Lena." "I'm Michael," he said and turned to go back to the couch that was in the back of the garage. I turned back to Ashton and handed him the shirt that was rested on my shoulder.

"Oh and I got you a drink as well, it's in the car," I said and started walking to the car, Ashton following suit. "You didn't have to, that's really sweet of you," he said and his dimples deepened.

I shrugged and handed it to him, I was about to get back in my car and head on home, but Ashton grabbed my wrist. "You could stay for band practice if you want? We need some feedback anyways," he asked.

I thought about it, all I have at home is tumblr waiting for me. I smiled, "Sure, if that's okay." He nodded and we both started walking back to the garage.

Me and Ashton were talking, in a conversation, and I was quite zoned out. I was taking a sip of my soda as we walked back into the garage and my body collided with another.

"Bloody hell," a familiar voice spat. I glared up at the same boy who had bumped into me not even 3 days ago. I scowled at him and noticed how this time the drink got on him and not me.

"Holy shit mate, you're the same God damn girl that bumped into me like 2 days ago," he spat amused. I raised an eyebrow at him, equally amused.

"You just gonna stand there and make douchéy comments or are you gonna clean up your shirt, asshole," I growled back at him. He looked taken back for a moment, and I heard Michael 'ooooohhhh' from the couch.

Luke spun on his heels and stomped into the house, leaving it with an amused Michael, a worried Ashton, and a chuckling Asian.

"Who are you?" I asked politely, changing my tone from when I was talking to that guy. "I'm Calum, and I respect you for the amount of balls you have talking to Luke like that."

"He's an asshole."