lifeguard//ashton irwin

chapter 5: barista

A/N: I love Chloe Bennet so much alkdfjlskdnflksd remember she plays May B)

Ashton's POV

"I really love waffles," Calum groaned as he shoveled more into his mouth.

"Yeah, no shit! You're eating every single one I make! Do you ever get tired of eating?" Luke complained, turning around to add more batter to the waffle iron. He was wearing a pink polka-dotted cooking apron, now covered with batter stains.

"Not when I'm eating waffles!" Calum meant to say but it just came out as "Nod whebaim eekern wazzeld!" since his mouth was full of waffles. When he opened his mouth, spit and food chunks flew everywhere.

"God, Calum, please would you just wait to swallow before you speak for once." Luke grabbed a cloth and wiped some chunks from the table before proceeding to Calum's face.

"You're not my mom!" Calum pouted and leaned away, frowning and swallowing. I took a picture and posted it to Twitter with the caption: "Mother Lucas wrangles her angry child" and tagged them both in it.

"No, but if your mother were here right now she would slap you." Luke retorted. Seriously, why am I stuck with these two for the rest of the summer. I wiped my mouth and left the table.

Michael invited all three of us to spend the summer with him at his uncle's shop/house. Basically the first floor is the shop in the front and then in the back is a living room with couches and a TV and a kitchen. Upstairs there's three bedrooms and a couple bathrooms. His uncle is almost never here, since Michael basically runs the shop, so it's just the four of us. Mikey has his own bedroom because he always comes here for the summer, I also have my own, and Luke and Calum are sharing the last bedroom. I got my own bedroom for multiple reasons.

1: I'm the oldest.
2: I dumped all my stuff in here before any of them could do anything about it.
3: Let's be honest, they all know I could beat the crap out of them if I wanted to.

"Ashton what the hell! Take that picture down right now!" I heard Calum and Luke shout from downstairs.

"In your dreams, boys!" I laughed and walked out the front door. As I headed towards the beach, I collided with someone, feeling an ice-cold liquid splash all over me.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you-" The voice stopped and I looked up. It was May. She had somehow managed to stay standing even with her injury. She rolled her eyes at me and left without another word, leaving me wet, cold, and alone in the doorway.

"Seriously?" I muttered and took my ruined shirt off, starting to wipe up the mess. Who does she think she is? She should have at least offered to help me pick up the drink that SHE spilled.

I heard footsteps again and looked up. What now? She was coming back from the kitchen with her hands of bath towels, a mop, and- is that Windex?

"Um, I wasn't sure what to bring. I've never really cleaned anything before." At least she tried. She looked up at me and dropped everything, her eyes widening. It all landed on the floor with a thump. What is wrong with this girl?

She looked me up and down and then stuttered, brushing her hands against her shirt. She leaned down to pick her crutches up and set them against the counter, standing on her good foot. "S-so, um, what do you need?" She looked up at me again, glancing at my eyes, then just stared blankly at me.

"Just the mop is fine..." I looked at her quizzically and mopped up the mess. Wait, is she checking me out?? "Are you checking me out?!" I voiced my thoughts.

Her eyes grew wide again and she looked down, her cheeks growing bright red. She WAS checking me out!

"What, no! Get over yourself." She stammered.