Somewhere, Australia //A.I

Chapter 27: Tires

So sorry for the wait! It's literally been like half a month but I don't know where the time went... Whoops. But Here it is so, ENJOY LOVLIES!

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Ashton's POV

Stupid Alex. I bet he's better looking then me. He's more charming. Has a nicer smile. Is smarter. Stupid Alex.

This line of thinking plays on a constant loop for the rest of my shift. What's so great about him? What does me have that I don't? Well, he has Sydney, and that's all that matters. At least I know one thing, I'm completely and utterly jealous.

On the drive home I blast green day to distract myself. It works, because only when I'm sticking my keys in the lock does it pop into my head again. I grumble an 'I'm just as good as he is' as I pull the door open.

I'm greeted by shouting that I was too wrapped up in my self doubt before to notice.

"Damn Calum, score a goal, I've got five bucks on you!" Michael yells, tossing up a piece of popcorn and catching it in his mouth.

"Hey boys!" I call to the three on the couch, all of them in nothing but their boxers. Nobody acknowledges my presence, they're all too wrapped up in an intense game of FIFA between Luke and Calum.

Rolling my eyes at their observant-ness, I throw my heel back and push, slamming the door closed with my foot. They all jump, one of them even letting out a high pitch yelp.

"I think I just pissed myself!" Calum jokes as he pauses the game, with some protest from Luke.

"Will you lads have some decency and put on some pants?" I say, tossing my keys into the little bowl by the door that contains a plethora of guitar picks.

Calum gets up from the couch and I can see he's in his teenage mutant ninja turtles boxers.

Michael whoops at Calum's backside jokingly. "Looking good Hood."

Calum turns back around and batts his eyelashes, pitching his voice up. "I try..."

Shaking my head at their antics, I kick off my shoes by the collective pile of giant converse by the door. Emptying my wallet from my pocket, I lean my elbows on the kitchen counter next to it. Calum opens the fridge and I'm so shocked by how empty it is I have to do a double-take.

Right before the fridge can close all the way, after Calum grabs a water bottle, I stride over and guide the door back open. Gaping at the lack of food, I turn my amazed stare towards the boys.

"Where the hell did all my food go?!" I bark.

"You mean our food?" Michael corrects me, then pats Luke's stomach. "In here."

Huffing, I close the door. "Well I expect to be recuperated for my financial loss."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Mrs. Hemmings can give Luke some money to pay you back." (A/n: I was gonna say Liz but I think the boys are still more likely to call her Mrs H or something) Luke rolls his eyes at Calum's teasing, even though we all know it's true.

"So you wanna play some FIFA?" Luke asks, shifting my attention back to the virtual battle that was taking place when I arrived.

"As much fun as all-this-sounds, I'm gonna go call it a night in my room." I gesture at the underwear-clad, mess making scene that has unfolded in my living room. Protests of me being a party-pooper echo from behind as I walk down the hall to my room.

Replacing my kaki pants with basketball shorts, and my polo with a muscle tee, I finally shed my work skin and plop onto the bed. Just as I start to relax into the music blasting in my ears my jealousy rears its ugly head. I try to sink into the melody, but my mind reels so much I can't focus on it, and quickly forget what song I was even listening to.