Semblance- ASHTON IRWIN

Broken Home.

Avanas POV: December 2nd, 2022.

10:30am

"Avaanaa."

The feeling of cold fingers press against my side, causing a small shudder to rush through me.

"No." I groan, pulling the soft quilt higher to my face, blocking the sunlight entering the room.

"Darling," Ashton laughs, "you've got to wake up now, mum made everyone breakfast."

I slowly drop the comforter, opening my eyes to meet the bright hazel ones staring back at me, "did she make-"

"Yes," Ashton nods, "she made the blueberry muffins you love."

I smile wide, sitting up before stretching my arms high, "I'll be down in just a minute, then."

Ashton smirks, shaking his head back and forth as he stands, his kneecaps red from the exposure to the wooden floor in his ripped jeans, "you should probably put on a shirt before you go down there, though. Just an idea."

"Ha ha ha," I roll my eyes, glancing down to my naked body, "will you hand me that black tank top in my bag?"

"Oh, you mean this one?" Ashton asks, reaching down to pull up the exact tank top I asked for.

"Yeah, throw it over."

Ashton brings his hand up to his face, a smug look growing quickly, "I don't know if I want to do that."

"Ashton-"

"I think," he grins, staring towards my naked body that stayed covered in the quilt, "I think you're gonna have to come and get it."

"Ashton!" I groan, "give me my shirt! Or I swear to god I'll...I'll..."

"You'll what?" He sniffs.

I raise a brow, the right side of my mouth lifting in a smirk.

Two can play this game.

"Anne!"

Ashton's eyes widen, stepping only one step closer to where I sat up in the bed, "you wouldn't dare-"

"Anne!" I shout again.

"Okay! Okay.." Ashton pouts, tossing the shirt over to me, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "you're no fun."

I throw the shirt over my head, standing up from the bed as I walk over to Ashton, stepping on my tip toes to reach his cheek with my lips, "At least I'm still naked from the waist down."

Ashton, taking no mercy, slams his hand into my ass, the stinging pain shocking through me, "Ouch!" I yelp.

"Gotcha." He winks, going to the door before turning back to me, "I'll save ya a seat downstairs."

"Good morning, Avana!" Anne smiles, walking over to the round wooden table as she places the pan of muffins down, "I made your favorite."

Shoving my hands into Ashtons sweatpants I threw on, I return her smile, taking a seat next to Ashton, "thank you so much, Anne. This all looks delicious."

Anne has always been one to please her guests, always making the best of the best for everyone's arrival.

And as my eyes scan around the table, I notice all the fixings she made just for us.

Blueberry muffins, scrambled eggs, thick pieces of bacon, and of course....

Toast with Vegemite.

I have to hold back the gag reflex I feel just from looking at it, my gaze shifting to everyone around the table.