You're Not My Babysitter

Chapter 43

Ashton

"No!" Remington yelled.

"What do you mean no?" I laughed.

"A sandwich entails anything that is eatable, being held between two pieces of bread," he reasoned, "therefore, a hotdog is a sandwich!"

"Wait," Andy said chuckling a little, "what is a hotdog on though?"

"What," Remington questioned, "a hotdog bun you fuck."

"Exactly," Andy said sticking his pointer finger in the air, "and what makes a hotdog bun two pieces of bread?"

"He's right," I shouted, "cause technically the whole thing is connected so it's one piece of bread, unless you separate it and that's just weird as fuck."

Remington tried to speak a couple times but, couldn't come up with anything.

"Ha!" I yelled.

"Oh shut up!" Sebastian chanted.

He and Remington were arguing me, Andy and Emerson on this subject.

"Yeah," Remington chimed back in, "you guys have to be on the same side!"

"No no no," Emerson chuckled, "their point is valid."

"Shhh!" Sebastian said putting his finger up to Emerson's lip.

"Listen," I giggled, "is he wrong?"

"I-" Remington started.

"Nope," I cut him off, "is. He. Wrong?"

Sebastian sighed before quietly muttering a response, "No."

"What," I smirked, "I'm sorry I- I just- I can't hear you. What'd you say?"

I pressed my hand to my ear even though, we all know I most definitely fucking heard him.

"I said no damn it!" Sebastian shouted through laughter.

"Exactly," I jumped up triumphantly, "so sit down and shut the fuck up thanks very much."

Emerson and Andy let out an ohh.

"Ok, ok," Remington put his hands up in surrender, "you win!"

I sat back down and cuddled myself into Andy's side.

"Hey," Andy said suddenly, "what are the odds you go out to the pool and jump in with all your clothes on?"

We seemed to do nothing but random stupid shit when we were all together but, I didn't mind that much.

"Fine," Emerson sighed, "can I take my hat off though?"

"No," Sebastian chimed in starting to chuckle again, "leave it on."

"For fucks sake," He groaned, "fine. Fine. 1 to 10?"

Andy nodded.

"Ok ready," I smiled earning a nod from both of them, "3...2...1"

"5" They both said at the same time.

"Yes! Yes!" Remington chanted jumping up and down.

"Ok ok," I chuckled grabbing my camera, "come on."

We all headed out of Andy's apartment, down the stairs and out to the pool.

"Listen the pools closed right now and if you guys get me kicked out of this place I'm moving in with you." Andy joked.

"Hey," Sebastian chuckled, "don't threaten us with a good time brother."

Andy gave Sebastian a little shove causing
him to shove back which, led to them getting into a wrestling match.

"Ok Emerson," I rolled my eyes playfully at the bantering going on around me, "you ready?"

"I guess so."

"Ok-" Remington yelled before Andy cut him off with a smack to the back of the head.

"Shit sorry," He said bringing his voice down to a whisper, "ok...3...2...1"

Emerson plugged his nose before jumping into the pool, catching us all by surprise.

"Shit," Andy said through his laughter, "I didn't think he'd do it."

I crouched down to get a shot of Emerson as he came above the water.

"This water is cold as fuck." Emerson said as I snapped a photo.

"Well yeah," Sebastian said, "it's like 12:30 in the morning."

Emerson hopped out of the pool and gave Remington a big hug, throwing us all into another fit of laughter.

"You fuck," Remington yelled, "I'm all wet now!"

"That's what she said!" Andy and I said at the same time.

"You guys really get each other huh?" Sebastian chuckled.

Andy pulled me into him before kissing my head, "I guess so."

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"So what are you doing after graduation?" Emerson asked sitting next to me on Andy's black leather couch.

Andy had given him a change of clothes and put his wet ones in the dryer.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I mean I've been thinking about music but I'm not sure."

"Oh yeah," he smiled and nodded, "Andy showed us a video of that song you wrote for your brother. It was really good."

"Thank you." I grinned.

"Oh absolutely," Emerson turned to face me a bit more, "I could feel the connection it had to people through the phone."

I laughed at his statement, "I'm serious!"

I was quickly learning how deep and emotional Emerson was as a person. It was really cool to ask him about literally anything because he'd speak about it for hours and never lose your interest.

"Well that means a lot to me," I beamed, "I haven't recorded anything yet but, I see the way people are connected through music. I mean hell, I feel it. So, even if it wasn't my career I think it'd be sick to put that into the world. You know?"

Emerson nodded his head before Remington jumped on him from behind the couch.

"What are you two ducklings talking about?" He smiled.

"Ducklings?" Andy questioned.

He took a seat on the other side of me and handed me a bottle of water. I kissed him on the cheek as a thank you before opening it and taking a sip.

"Hey," Emerson shrugged, "ducklings are 10 times better than a rat chef that doesn't know how to cook."

"Fuck off!" Remington yelled hitting his younger brother in the face with a pillow.

"We were just talking about Ashton's plans for after high school." Emerson answered after he took the pillow from Remington and held it in his lap.

"Nice," Sebastian nodded from the chair he was sitting in, "so what's it gonna be?"

I shrugged.

"Wait."

Remington changed his position so his head was now laying on the pillow in Emerson's lap.

"I think you should come one tour with us."