Hello!!!
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I called my parents once I fixed the plates. Ashton really didn't help prepping it up because he was too busy laughing his ass off. He just can't get over what he watched. Fuck him and fuck me for forgetting that he was in the room too. Asshole. We sat down and waited for my dad's reaction.
"Mmmmm. This is good. How'd you learn how to cook so well?" My dad asked. I'm glad that he liked it.
"My grandma and my mum taught me well. This is actually my grandma's recipe." Ashton smiled.
"I told you it was delicious Joe." My mom smirked.
"Okay Ashley. So Ashton what would you like to do when you grow up?" My dad asked.
"I'm not yet sure what I want yet. I always wanted to become a Music Teacher." He smiled and I coughed trying to hide my laugh. I didn't know that he wanted to be a Music teacher.
"You okay darling?" Mom asked.
"Yes mom. Now try my cake please!!" I smiled. I still can't get over that he wanted to be a Music teacher.
"A music teacher huh? Do you play any instruments or something like that?" Dad replied.
"I play drums."
"Impressive. A cook and a drummer." Dad was surprised I guess? I don't see him as a Drummer too.
"Giana sings great too. I heard her sing in the shower once." My Mom said.
"Shut up mom!" I glared at her.
"Really?" Ashton laughed a little. I hate when she brings up something I don't wanna talk about. As if she knows anything about me. I got up then threw my plate in the kitchen sink and went up to my room. Fuck my mom. I heard a knock on my door but I didn't bother to look at whoever is there. I used the comforter to cover me up. It's a nice shield.
"You really think that could protect you?" He laughed. Ashton. Fuckyoutoo!
"Go away!"
"Nope. I still want to know what you said about your Dad and someone."
"No."
"You know I won't give up. Right?"
"I know."
"Good. Tell me about it then."
"No."
"Why?"
"No."
"Are you just going to say no to me for the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Was it Luke?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Really? One word answers. Ana please! Just tell me!"
"No."
He was silent for a while. I know he's thinking. I know that he's still there. I can hear him breathing. I know he's beyond pissed. I don't want to tell him now. I'm in a bad mood. I just want to sleep and rest my mind.
"Can you please leave?" I asked.
"Wha- Why?" I know he's frowning. This is the first time since we were friends I asked him to leave. He's not used to this. I'm not used to this. I just really want to rest my mind, to stop overthinking about everything. I still can't get over about the Luke thingy. I just can't think properly.
