You're Not My Babysitter

Chapter 39

Ashton

"Jo, are you almost ready to go?" Andy asked knocking on my door.

He was wearing his leather jacket over a cheetah print button up, that was unbuttoned at the top. He paired it with a pair of black skinny jeans that had a hole across each knee.

He looks hot as fuck.

Shit you're still mad at him.

I nodded my head before grabbing my purse.

"Good talk," Andy smiled sarcastically but sighed when I didn't react, "Jo."

He turned me around so I was facing him, "I told you. Cassie kissed me. I didn't kiss her and, I sure as hell didn't like it."

"Ok." I said before walking down the stairs and out the door.

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The music was booming as Andy and I walked into the house. There were people everywhere. They were dancing, smoking, eating, and- ew.

"Do you want something to drink?" Andy yelled over the music.

"What?"

I definitely heard him.

"Do you want-"

Andy was cut off by yelling.

"Is that Andy-man?"

I looked over Andy's shoulder to see where the voice was coming from.

Holy fucking shit it's Remington Leith.

As I kept my focus on him I noticed his younger and older brothers walking beside him.

Holy fucking shit it's Palaye Royale.

Holy fucking shit.

Wait- did I say that already?

"Hey man!" Andy grinned before giving each of them a bro hug.

"Who's this?" Sebastian asked sending a smile my direction.

Did he just- be cool Ashton. You promised Andy you'd be cool.

"Wait a minute," Remington chimed in, "is this the girl you won't shut the fuck up about?"

Oh screw Andy and screw being cool.

"Hi I'm Ashton." I said grinning like a kid in a candy store.

I put my hand out to shake but, each boy pulled me in for a hug instead.

"I'm Remington, this is Sebastian, and the mouse over there," Remington laughed as he tipped Emerson's hat, "is Emerson."

"Yeah," I said before taking a second to calm myself down, "I'm a huge fan. Your guys' music has gotten me through some shit."

"I love it when people tell us that shit," Sebastian chimed back in, "that's why we do it you know?"

I nodded as he spoke about their fans a little bit.

"Hey I was about to go get a drink," Andy cut back in a little ways into the conversation, "you guys want anything?"

"Yeah."

Remington smiled as he turned to the side, allowing me to admire his makeup skills. I don't think I'd ever be able to get my eyeshadow that symmetrical.

"Ashton." Andy said pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry," I chuckled, "I'm good."

The three of them walked to the kitchen leaving me and Emerson together by the front door.

"Here follow me." He smiled offering me his hand

"I was wondering when you were gonna talk."

I accepted his offer and was guided thorough a couple of rooms and, out the back door. We sat down on a couple of lawn chairs.

"So who's house is this anyway?" I asked, not sure what else to talk about.

"I don't know," Emerson chuckled, "we just go where we're told to. I didn't even know we were coming to New York until the day before we were set to leave."

I nodded my head before he spoke again.

"All I know is that we're performing on that stage," He paused to point to a small stage the was set up in the back yard, "in about 10 minutes."

"You guys are performing," I asked both trying and failing to contain my excitement, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," He grinned, "I love that you seem to get so passionate about the things you enjoy."

I nodded. I wasn't surprised at the way he spoke so eloquently. Sure, I'd never met him before but, every interview I've seen of the band ever, he was always really deep and poetic with his answers. I wasn't surprised that he was the same way in person.

"Yeah." I smiled.

"So tell me," Emerson said lighting a cigarette, "what did Andy do to piss you off."

"What?" I said my attention snapping on him.

"Yeah," He nodded taking a drag, "I caught the distance between you and, 9 out of 10 times there's a problem, it's because the guy did something dumb as fuck."

"You really are the smart one huh?"

We both laughed at my statement.

"So what'd he do?"

"He kissed his ex or," I sighed, "apparently his ex kissed him."

"Oh shit," he scoffed, "what you don't believe him?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I mean there's no reason not to, she's crazy as fuck but, he seemed really hung up on her when we first met."

I paused before speaking again, "I don't even know if it's something I should be mad about. I mean we're not technically exclusive- or together even but, I thought that it was a given that we wouldn't see other people."

"Fair enough," he nodded his head, "let me ask you this."

Emerson took another drag of his cigarette and blew out some smoke.

"Do you want him bad enough to fight for him?"