ma's mine, ashtray

seven

chapter seven 

Fez and Faye had fallen asleep on the couches whilst we were all watching a movie, so it was just ash and I awake. I didn't really want to sleep in ash's room on his couch again but I didn't know where else I was supposed to sleep as both couches were taken. I looked over to ash to see he was already staring at me and we both quickly turned away whilst he let out a cough. 

"uh, you wanna drink?" he asked me. I was shocked that we even said something to me let alone something that meant we had to hang out and have a conversation. 

I looked over at him, he almost looked nervous, "yeah sure." 

He stood up and walked over to the kitchen with me following behind, he pulled out a pack of beers and a bottle of vodka before leading me up the stairs and towards his room. This was extremely abnormal for him. We've barely had a full conversation before and I was lowkey scared. What was I supposed to say? 

We walked into his room and he sat on his bed whilst I just kind of awkwardly stood in the middle of his room. 

"You can sit on the bed. I don't bite," he said. I swear I thought I saw him nearly smile at me. 

I softly laughed and sat on the bed next to him, "yeah i'm not sure about that." He handed me one of the beers and handed me the bottle of vodka whilst he turned on the tv to play in the background. I held the bottle to my mouth and took a shot before chasing it with the beer. The first shot is always the worst. I pulled a disgusted face and almost gagged to which ash scoffed at me. 

"Okay you take a shot then," I said, handing him the bottle. He lifted it to his lips and took a shot, barely pulling a face. "oh shit," I laughed and then he smiled at me. He, ashtray, smiled. at me? 

"Did you just smile?" I asked. 

He rolled his eyes at me opening his beer, "I'm not always mad." I grabbed the vodka and took another shot. 

"Yeah but you're always moody around me." He took the bottle and copied me by taking a shot. 

He nodded to himself, "because you're all moody to me." 

"Yeah right," I scoffed. 

We took turns in taking shots and before we new it, we were both on the verge of being drunk. We weren't exactly engaging in a conversation but it was better than nothing. 

"Can I smoke in here?" I asked. 

He nodded in response and I pulled a cigarette from my bra and reached for the lighter on his bedside table. He looked at me confused whilst I lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke. 

"How much shit do you keep in there," he laughed, holding his hand out for the dart. 

I handed it to him and laughed, "You can keep everything in there. No need for pockets." 

"Weird," he said, handing me back the dart. 

I took a hit and looked at him. I haven't known him and fez long and I know I've barely even talked to ash until now but they were both really nice when they wanted to be. I considered them close friends of mine. 

"Why do you always act so hard?" I asked. 

He almost spat out the beer in his mouth, "What do you mean?" 

"You always act so toughly," I shrugged. 

He rolled his eyes at me, "Shut the fuck up." 

"No I'm serious. You never tall to me because you think you're too hard." 

"No I don't," he said trying to defend himself. 

"Yeah right," I smiled. 

"Well why do you always act like you could hook with anyone you wanted to," he smirked. 

I looked at him with a shocked expression and held my hand to my heart, "No I don't." 

"Yes you do." 

"Just because I get with more people then you do doesn't mean you have to have a sook." 

"Just because you're a weak pussy and I'm a strong man doesn't mean you need to have a sook." 

I put my beer down and put out the cigarette, "I'm not a weak pussy." 

"You are," he smirked. 

My head was not in a sober mindset and i was more than just tipsy by now so i decided it would be funny to pretend to strangle ash. I wrapped my arm around his neck from behind him but he quickly spun around and pinned my arms to the bed and tickled me. 

"Ash let go!" I squealed through laughter. 

He stopped tickling me and shook his head, "nope. not unless you admit that you're a weak little pussy."

"Well i'm not." He shrugged and began to tickle me again. I was trying so hard to keep breathing through all the laughs and i felt like i was about to die. "Ok ok!" 

He stopped tickling me again, "ok what?" 

"Ok i'm a weak pussy," i said, giving in. 

He smirked at me to which I just rolled my eyes at him. Now we were lying here with him on tp on me and us staring into each other's eyes. Surely if I just kissed him it wouldn't matter. We're drunk. he probably wouldn't even remember. But before i could think about weather or not i was going to kiss him, he leaned into my face and slowly pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was slow and his lips were soft. I never wanted it to end but i assume that was my drunk mind talking. He pulled out of the kiss and smiled at me. 

"You smiled again," I smiled back. 

He rolled his eyes at me, "Don't ruin the moment." 

authors note: 

THEY DID IT! 

i know that was all happy but i'm sorry, it's about to be ruined...