Stolen Omen (Cashley fanfic)

Chapter 1

CC's POV
I looked in the mirror and blinked in disbelief. What the fuck? My warpaint was smeared by the eyes. Ugh, I hated when it smeared to look kinda like black teardrops... Oh well, I'll just fix it. I wet a Kleenex and began to wipe at the smeared warpaint and, when I was satisfied, fixed my warpaint. Perfect. As usual. I liked to keep my warpaint on after gigs until I decided to go to sleep. The gig today was awesome, like always! I had a drum solo, and Ashley had taken a girl's phone and showed the crowd before giving it back. She screamed, haha! Fangirls loved him and Andy. "You and your warpaint... You know, I will never understand you, C.." I jumped and turned to see Ashley standing in the doorway, smirking. My eyes widened. "And you've been standing there for how long?" I asked. "Few minutes," he said. "You really do have OCD, Huh? I'll never understand what's with you and your warpaint though." Ashley laughed. He still had his headset on. "I'm perfect with or without it, but damn, dude...." He smirked. "I'm better off with or without it, too. And I'll never understand your style, you dress so... Differently," I stated. "Yeah but I'm hot," he said. "You dress like you're gay. I support homosexuals, but man, don't dress like you're gay if you're not gay," I said. "Whatever," he said. He frowned slightly and turned to walk to his bunk but then stopped and turned his head to the side, staring at the floor. "And what if I'm not acting?" He started walking to his bunk, leaving me shocked in the bathroom, wide-eyed. "Ashley...?" I whispered, still staring after Ash. He stopped right in the doorway of his room on the bus. "Yeah, C?" He turned his body sideways and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. I looked at the floor, my cheeks felt warm, telling me that I was blushing. "Nothing, I just..." I didn't complete my sentence. "You just?" He started walking back towards the bathroom. I backed up, cornering myself against the wide sink counter. "I... It's shocking, is all..?" I could hear the uncertainty in my own voice. He stepped forward so that there was only about a foot between our bodies.

Ashley's POV
I tilted my head to the side, slightly, causing a few strands of hair to fall in my face. "It wouldn't have been as shocking, C, if you'd paid more attention," I said, raising a hand to gently caress his cheek. He places his hands firmly on the edges of the counter and stiffened. "I tried to leave hints," I said softly. His eyes widened even more. "Y-you can't... You can't be s-s-serious," he said, "You're a ladies man!!" He yelled, looking at the floor. "Can I not be both?" I looked in his eyes, he kept looking at the floor. "I may have those feelings for girls, C, but," I leaned forward and pressed my cheek against his lightly so my mouth was close to his ear, "you're the one I really want," I half-whispered. I noticed him stiffen and he was shaking slightly. "H-ha... Very f-funny," he stuttered. I leaned back and pressed my forehead against his, looking into his now-open eyes. "Oh, so you're not going to take me serious?" I pouted.