Chapter 59

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Andy (Ashton's outfit ^)

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andyblack LA you sure know how to party...what a way to kick off the Shadow Side tour! There's still a couple tickets up for grabs so get them while you can!
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user_3: The show was awesome tonight! I was front row and had so much fun :)
andyblack: I think I saw you! Thx for coming out!

user_2: I can't come to your Chicago show :(

remingtonleith: Great show brother this summer's gonna be wicked!

Ashton_Wright: Good show or whatever
andyblack: Cute face or whatever
user_1: Wait are u guys a thing?

"Ashton, this is Larisa," Sebastian smiled, lightly pushing Larisa forward, "she's the love of my life."

I recognized the way Seb looked at his girlfriend instantly, because it was the same way I looked at mine.

"It's so nice to meet you," Ashton beamed taking Larisa into a hug, "you're even more beautiful than Sebastian said you'd be."

"Aw thank you," Larisa smiled back, "oh my god I feel like I already know you!"

"I know right," Shya said from beside her, "these three don't shut up about you. I'm Shya, Em's fiancée."

Shya beamed as she took Ashton into a hug.

"Oh so you're the girl who has Emerson down bad," Ashton chuckled causing Emerson to go red in the face, "you girls should both know that these boys talk about you all the time."

I smiled at the interaction taking place in front of me before pulling the girls both in for a hug.

"How are you doing," I smiled, "we didn't sound too terrible up their tonight did we?"

"No you guys killed it." Larisa grinned.

"Listen," Remington said, "this whole thing is adorable really but, I am hungry so can we please grab a table?"

Everyone chuckled a bit before making their way inside the restaurant. We were all lead to a booth and given menus to look over.

"So," Shya said, "you're taking pictures of our boys this summer?"

"Yes," Ashton blushed causing me to place my hand on her thigh and send her a warm smile, "photography is more of a hobby for me but, they wouldn't take no for an answer."

"As they should," Larisa chimed in with excitement, "I mean I've seen some of your work. It's badass."

"See I try telling her that all the time," I sighed feigning exasperation, "maybe she'll listen to you."

"Probably not," Emerson chimed in, "Ashton's pretty fucking stubborn."

"Yeah Ashton's also right here so."

Ashton's sarcastic comment caused everyone at the table to let out a chorus of laughter.

"Hey Ashton," Remington called out as the laughter faded a bit, "what are the odds you order in a british accent."

"What are the odds that you're an absolute fucking child?" She shot back.

"Hey now," Remington chuckled, "if you're a chicken you could just say that."

"It's astounding," Shya giggled, "I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you Rem and you're still five years old."

Everyone laughed again.

"You guys are mean," Remington dropped his jaw in an attempt to look offended, "seriously though. 1 to 10?"

Ashton went quiet for a minute before responding, "Alright, fuck it."

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"How's everything for you guys?" The waitress asked as she made our way to our table.

"Aw, I'm chuffed to bits!" Ashton said in her fake British accent.

She ended up loosing at odds and ordered her entire meal in a fake accent but, Ashton being Ashton, decided to take it a step further and use a British accent every time she interacted with anyone who wasn't us. This was less of a challenge for her, and more of a challenge for the rest of us, who were finding it extremely difficult to keep composure.

"You said you're from London right?" The waitress asked picking up the empty dishes that were in front of us.

"Yeah but," Ashton scoffed, "the food back home is rubbish compared to this."

She looked over to me and noticed me trying to hold in my laughter, "Seriously man, this meal is bloody exquisite innit?"

I didn't answer because I knew if I opened my mouth, I would lose it and blow her cover.

"Innit?" She jabbed me in the arm with her elbow before sending me a ridiculous smirk.

"mmhmm." I responded keeping my lips pursed.

"Aw," The waitress cooed, "I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself! So, how are we doing checks tonight?"

"Oh just one," I said holding up my pointer finger, "I'll take it."

"Andy you-" Ashton started to slip up before taking in the smirk on my face.

I bet she couldn't keep her act up for the entire meal and whoever loses, was paying for ice cream tonight.

Ashton cleared her throat before getting back into character, "You don't have to do that."

"Oh no I insist."

Everyone at the table started groaning and fighting over who was going to pay the check

"Oh you- you wanker." Ashton said that so matter of factly, causing Sebastian to spit out his water from laughing too hard.

"Ok," The waitress smiled uncomfortably, "I'll be right back with that and then you guys can fight over it."

As she walked away I followed her, claiming I had to go to the bathroom.

"Here," I said slipping her my card, "just bring me the receipt and everything."

I sat back down and a couple minutes later the waitress did exactly what I asked her causing everyone to yell at me incoherently.

"Ok ok," I put my hands up in defense, "it's already done so chill the fuck out."

"You all have a good night," Our waitress smiled before putting her attention back on Ashton, "and you have a safe trip back home."

Ashton smiled sincerely before losing her fake accent completely, "Thanks! It's uh- it's actually really nice to be out of New York but there's no place like home you know?"

The look on the waitresses face turned into complete confusion as she gave us an unsure nod and walked away, causing us all to finally lose composure and burst into laughter.

I smirked at Ashton before speaking again.

"Guess you're paying."

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