fridays ; ai [on hold]

Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

"No." I croaked out, throat dry from sleep. I lifted the blankets off my body in a fast motion as I stood up.

My feet hit the floor and I grabbed onto the white pillow my head was resting on while pounding my way to the bedroom door. I swung it open, going to the room right next to the one I was pea fully asleep in.

I used all the anger and aggrivation in me to push open the door and I automatically launched the pillow at Ashton's face. Knocking the drum sticks out of his hands and making him stumble back on the stool he sat on top of.

"Fuck yourself." I said with huff, my chest heaving due to running from his room to here.

"Its almost one in the afternoon. You should've gotten up earlier." He bent down, exposing his shoulder muscles as he picked up the sticks I made him drop. He sat back up with a sigh and adjusted his bandanna.

"Now if you dont mind I have some songs to rehearse for tonight." He tilted his head, giving a sarcastic smile before turning his attention back to the set in front of him.

His arms rose up and just before he could smash them back down to bang on the drums, I picked up the nearest item. Which happened to be a stuffed elephant and I whipped it at him, hitting him in the head.

"Let me sleep!" I exclaimed, turning on my heels with crossed arms. My feet shuffled to the door but the sound of symbols crashing made me stop and cringe. He continued on with the high pitched noise and shouted over it.

"Sleep on this!"

I groaned and rolled my eyes, mumbling some not-so-nice words as I slammed the door behind me. He can honestly go fuck himself right now.

I plopped myself down onto the couch, after I found my phone and saw that it was well past 12:00 in the afternoon. Maybe he was right.

I pushed myself up and went back to his room to throw on my clothes from yesterday and head home. I sent him a quick text, I know he's in the same house but I'm not going into that room with all that noise and shit.

'I'm gonna have Mikey drop me off at home.'

The light sound of my sneakers hitting the floor echoed over the sound of Ashton's drumming which soon came to a stop, I assume he got my text. I heard him open the door and step into the hall but before he could get to me I ran out the door and knocked furiously on Michael's.

My knuckles hit the wood over and over and I got no reply at all. "He's not home, stupid."

I turned away from the door and faced Ashton, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame. A smug look on his face.

"Don't you have something to bang?" I asked with a roll of my chocolate brown eyes.

"Not yet."

That cheeky smirk, I wanted to punch it right off his gorgeous face. I tired not to blush and attempted to hide whatever tiny red glow came to my face with a scoff.

"Awe, lighten up babe. You know I'm just joking." He unfolded his exposed arms and brought a drumstick to my side, poking at it lightly.

'Babe'

That's not going to get off my mind for a while.

"Just let me finish up and I'll drive you home. Okay?" He asked after I hadn't said anything for a while, still being taken back by the nickname he had chosen to call me.

I nodded my head, strolling back into his apartment with him behind me. The door closed and I walked over to his cabinets, finding a bag of powdered donuts and starting to eat them.