I tried to put the incident from earlier in the back of my mine. I've never felt so awkward... and so close to a boy like that. Well, it wasn't like that but... you know what I mean.
I've been avoiding Michael for the time being, since he was the #1 reminder of the incident. Whenever he walked into the room, I would leave. Whenever he tried to start a conversation with me, I would utter a few careless words and leave. It seems rude, but...
You see, I have a big issue when it comes to confronting my problems: I hate it. It literally gives me anxiety when I have to deal with shit in my life, so my usual immediate reaction is to avoid it until it goes away, and if it doesn't - confront it in the quickest way possible.
I'm a procrastinator whenever I have the ability to fix my life.
Calum and Luke returned after dinner time, both seeming to be exhausted. They informed us that they've written about four songs that have a possibility of being on the album.
All five of us sat in the living room as the TV played a boring movie. We all ignored it and chatted amongst ourselves instead. I sat between Ashton and Luke, obviously not wanting to be near Michael.
"So tomorrow is you and Michael's turn in the studio," Calum confirmed with Ashton.
"Hey, you guys should take Mia!" Luke suggested, a smile on his beaming face.
"That's a great idea," Ashton said, nodding and grinning at me. "Maybe it'll show you how fantastic we are at songwriting."
My eyes widened. Normally I wouldn't care, but Michael would be going as well... and I'm avoiding him, of course. It just wouldn't work out.
"Um, I don't think I'm up for it," I declined politely. "I'll probably be tired all day tomorrow."
"C'mon, you haven't left the house at all since you got here," Ashton protested with a pout.
I glared at him. "It's only been a day."
"Well, you're going whether you like it or not - don't be surprised if a bucket of cold water splashes on you tomorrow morning," he says.
"And don't be surprised if I rip your eyeballs out," I hissed. "I'm not going."
"Well, you don't have a choice, princess."
I gasped at his words; Ashton fucking Irwin just called me 'princess.' What the actual hell? Well... it's fair to be honest, since I'm always calling him Daddy and shit like that. I should've seen it coming.
"Yeah, I'm getting tired," Michael says suddenly, abruptly standing up. "Night guys."
"Wait," Luke said. "But it's only 10PM."
"Yeah, the night's just getting started," Calum added.
"Well, it has ended for me," Michael huffed, stomping out the room.
"He seemed pissed off," Ashton comments, speaking only to me since Luke and Calum seemed to already engage themselves in a secluded conversation by themselves.
"I wonder why," I mumble.
"I think I do," Ashton replies. "You've been avoiding and ignoring him all day... I think that's what's upsetting him, Mia. You should go talk to him."
"But it'll remind me of that embarrassing and awkward situation earlier," I sighed.
"Trust me, I didn't like it as well, but do you see me pushing him to the side?" He raised his eyebrow.
I fiddled with my fingers. "You weren't the one pinned under a naked boy."
Ashton cringed. "Please don't repaint the picture. It's already going to haunt my nightmares."
