Ashton's not in a great place and given a recent life decision, her brother Adrian, doesn't trust her to be alone for more than 2 minutes. What will happen when Adrian enlists one of his friends to watch after his sister while he's away on tour?
palayeroyale There's still a couple tickets up for Cincinnati!!! Grab em quick and come see us tonight! Also Andy's album release party is immediately after the show and there's only about 45 spots for that so grab those tix we wanna see your beautiful faces 🤪
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user_3 this photo is immaculate remingtonleith it's all Ash :)
presley_parker sir where did u get that suit remingtonleith prison andyblack u better b careful bc that is the most convincing lie u have ever told to anyone ever Ashton_Wright fun fact this is the first time any of these boys have been in a bathtub ever 😎 andyblack is that why they're all so stinky? emersonbarret hey now. everyone knows that showers are better for the environment. Ashton_Wright there's no way that your 3 hour showers are better for the environment 🙃 emersonbarret 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻
andyblack where did you guys find a bathtub? sebastiandanzig oh actually your mom's house. graciemayes ashton you've created a monster Ashton_Wright you mean a legend?
"Ok so what about drinks do you think we'll have enough drinks?" Andy asked frantically.
I just nodded my head with a chuckle.
"Is it too much," His eyes widened, "I just really want everything to be perfect Jo."
"Andy," I sighed holding down each of his shoulders down with my hands and sent him a comforting smile, "everything is perfect, ok?"
He sent me and unsure smile so I leaned in and kissed his lips, which calmed him down.
Since he didn't drop his album until right before tour started, he never got to throw an album release party. Which he insisted wasn't a big deal since he was happy enough to be meeting his fans and performing his music but, we all figured it would be special to do something after his hometown show.
"I'm so excited to see everyone," Andy beamed, "I wouldn't be anything but a drop-out if it wasn't for them."
His face always lit up when he talked about work, especially when it had to do with his fans. I loved watching him interact with people that supported him. He'd always get so excited when someone told them how much his work meant to him.
I just looked at him for a minute, taking in the pure joy that was clouding his ocean eyes, "I love you."
He took me into a hug and kissed my neck under my ear, "I love you."
When Andy pulled back the smile on his face was somehow even brighter, "I'm serious. I haven't been this happy in a long time and, I know it's wrong to pin your happiness completely on another person but, you're a huge part of it."
He leaned in and kissed my forehead and I couldn't have stopped my grin even if I wanted to. I couldn't come up with anything to say so I just gave home another kiss.
"Ew ew ew!" Remington screamed as he entered the room before covering his eyes like a 5 year old who walked in on his parents kissing.
Andy continued kissing me while flipping Remington off causing Emerson and Sebastian to laugh from behind him.
"Get over it." I rolled my eyes playfully.
Remington came up behind me and scooped me up. He then ran around in a circle before plopping me down on the sofa. Before he set me down, he tripped on the carpet, causing him to land on top of me. We laughed for a second before he pulled back and just looked at me. I stared back, trying to figure out what was clouding his eyes. I recognized the emotion but, not from him and, I couldn't place what it was. When we both finally snapped out of it and Remington helped me off of the couch, I found myself oddly relieved at the fact that Andy had his back turned to us and was talking to Sebastian.
That was weird.
The relief slightly faded when I took in the questionable look Emerson was sending my direction.
"Is everything ok?" Remington placed his hand on the bottom of my back.
"Yeah," I sent him a smile before giving him a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, "just have to finish setting up. Will you help me set out some of the snacks?"
Remington gave me an unsure smile before nodding his head and fulfilling my request.
——————————————————————————— Andy
"I wasn't going to drink it," I sighed rubbing my forehead, "I don't even know who the hell that was why would I have drunken a random person's alcohol?"
"I don't know," Ashton sighed, "I'm sorry I just- I don't know! How was I supposed to know?"
Someone- I don't know who- thought that bringing alcohol to a recovering alcoholic's party was a great idea. I didn't mind because I had gotten pretty good at just avoiding it but, most of the people who came up to congratulate me, would also hand me a cup, and it was getting really difficult. Maybe she could tell. Maybe she was just looking out for me but, it felt shitty that she was over my shoulder about it.
"You aren't! It's called trust." I narrowed my eyes and shrugged.
"That's funny," she chuckled dryly, "like how you trust me around literally any guy but you right?"
"I told you tha-"
"That your working on it," she questioned sarcastically, "yes Andy you did, and I have tried my best to be patient with it, so now it's your turn."
"Well it's fucking annoying having you up my ass."
I didn't mean that.
"Just like back the fuck up," I snapped, "you don't have to be right with me all of the time."
Fuck, I really didn't mean that.
My regret only worsened when I watched Ashton's expression fall. If I hadn't immediately looked to her I would've missed the hurt that flashed across her face.
"Fine," She chuckled dryly, voiding all of the emotion from her voice, "I won't be with you at all."
What?
"What?"
"Don't worry about it," she shrugged sending me a smile. I saw right through it, "you can just do what you need to do, and so can I. We don't have to weigh each other down anymore. Gosh I wish I'd known how much I annoyed you before I decided to tour with you for an entire summer."
Ashton started to leave the kitchen, "Jo I didn't mean- please don't leave I'm sorry."
"Andy it's ok," The smile she sent me was sympathetic. She believed what I said. Every word of it, even though it wasn't true, "I'm really sorry for any trouble I've put you through, if you need help finding another photographer just let me know."
She walked out of the kitchen and I punched a hole in the wall that didn't belong to me. I didn't know who it belonged to. I didn't care. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment, left. She walked out, and it was my fault.
