fridays ; ai [on hold]

Twenty Four

YOU BETTER FUCKING LIKE THIS BC I HAD TO WRITE IT AND EDIT IT LIKE FOUR TIMES.

I swear.

IF YOU DONT ENJOY THIS AR LEAST A LITTLE I HOPE SATAN FINDS you.

Chapter Twenty Four

It's been almost two weeks since I last saw Ashton, in person that is. I haven't been able to go to any shows due to cramming for finals, work, and trying to go to the gym at least three times a week.

We talk on the phone, we FaceTime, text, all that stuff. But I haven't actually hung out with him.

Or any of the boys for that matter.

And to be honest it's getting to me. I haven't gone out and done something, not just with them but in general, in forever and I can feel myself going insane.

It's like having that itch you can't reach.

I want to go out, all the time actually. But by the time I get home I'm just so exhausted and I have no desire to do anything at all. My body aches, I'm hungry and smelly and tired and it's like all I can do is throw myself into the bed and sleep.

But today, today is different.

It was my last day of school and I'm not going back until September, I don't have any work , and I don't need to go to the gym.

I'm free.

I stepped off the elevator and walked down the quiet hallway, my flip flops clacking around as I walked to my door. Pushing it open and dropping my bag down, I looked at the clock in my kitchen '7:58'.

If I skip the shower and just change, eat something really fast, and leave I could make it in time for their show. I know they love it when I come to support them and honestly, I love it too. They've become very good friends of mine in just a few months.

Well, at least I think we're friends. I know for a fact that I'm on a friendship level relationship with Luke, Calum and Michael. But Ashton, he's another story.

I feel like our relationship is something more than friendly. I don't know, it's just the way things are when I'm with him and how we are with each other it's So different.

I never cuddle in bed with Luke at one o'clock in the morning. I don't argue with Calum about personal issues to the point where we're screaming at one another. And Michael's never rubbed his fingers against the skin of my shoulders and forearms until that area burned a bright red while he gave me some guitar lessons.

No. Nothing like that ever happened with any of the guys besides him. It was just Ashton, and I could never help but to wonder why.

Or more like what, seeing that I don't know what we are exactly. If we even are anything.

But if we were in fact 'something', wouldn't I know about it? I mean I'm sure I could put the pieces together, I'm not that stupid. It's either that or I'm really over thinking all of this and in reality Ashton and I are nothing more than really good friends.

I continued to contemplate this while I slipped off my white nike shorts and put on light pair of skinny jeans with my black 'Cobain' shirt that I've worn way too many times. I pulled my hair out of its pony tail and bent over, shaking my head around a bit and then flipping back up, the results being pretty decent while my long brown hair fell down my back and into a side part.

I looked around my room for my black vans and smiled when I found them poking out from under my bed. I bent down, picking them up and when I went to stand up straight, something came out with it.