Stuck {a.i. & l.h. fanfic}

Chapter 5

When I woke up the next morning, Luke was already gone. I figured he would be, he felt really guilty about last night so he probably went to go see Ashton first thing.

I got out of bed and starting changing into my work out clothes. I needed to go to the gym this morning since I skipped yesterday for our date.

It was cardio day, my least favorite because that meant at least 3 miles on the treadmill. And I was just not ready for that.

I pull a bright pink workout bra out of on my drawers and slip my sleep tee over my head.

When my worst nightmare suddenly becomes reality.

At the worst possible time, my workout bra is stuck around my neck as I was trying to pull it down, my door swings open and I hear a loud gasp. I'm not sure who I thought it would be considering my parents were at work and Luke had left.

I couldn't decide whether to run and shut the door or put my shirt on, so like the stupid person I was, I just stood there, frozen and completely humiliated. Until I turn to see who was at the door, that is.

"Ashton! Oh my god! What the hell?" I finally remember how to move and I slam the door in his face. I throw my shirt over my head and walk back over to the door.

"2 days in a row. This is the best weekend of my life." Ashton smirks at me. He was leaning against the doorframe staring at me as if he's seen me naked...which he technically has. Unfortunately.

I push past him and roll my eyes. "What are you even doing here? I don't remember inviting you over and into my house."

"Oh, you didn't but Luke did. He sent me up here to wake you because breakfast is ready." He follows me down the stairs.

"What?" I look at him, confused.

"I know. Luke making breakfast? He's such a good girlfriend." Ashton says sarcastically. "He'll make one hell of a wife one day."

"No, why did Luke let you, someone I absolutely hate, into my house?" I ask. I don't even know why, its not like Ashton is going to give me a serious answer. He never does.

"Oh come on, sweetie, you don't hate me." He wraps his arm around my shoulder, still following me into the kitchen. I slap it away from me and walk faster to get away from him.

"You're right, I fucking despise you." I correct.

I walk into the kitchen with Ashton right on my heels and see Luke standing in front of the stove holding a spatula. My moms yellow sunflower apron is tied around his waist. I start to smile but quickly catch myself as I remember who is behind me.

"Hey babe! Good morning!" He smiles excitedly and walks over to give me a kiss. "I made pancakes!" Luke grins proudly and holds a plate of fresh steaming pancakes toward me.

I couldn't help but laugh, despite the anger growing inside me with every second Ashton is still here. Luke was so cute I just wanted to attack his lips with mine and hardcore make out right on the counter. Alright well that was out of line. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed even though neither boy knew what just went through my head.

"I know. I can smell them." I say instead as I take in a deep breath, smelling the delicious blueberry pancakes. He grabs my hand and leads me to the table. I take a seat and he sits across from me, placing the plate in between us.

"Hey Luke, by any chance, did you make me this breakfast to make up for the fact that Ashton is here?" I inquire quietly so the subject couldn't hear. Ashton was over in the kitchen making his plate.

Luke chuckles nervously. "How'd you guess? He just showed up. I don't know. And I let him in. Please don't hate me." He begs.

"Its...fine. I guess." I say hesitantly. "You two have such a fucking bromance." I think back to last night when Luke told me about Ashton's past.