Angel in a Bandana•afi

7

(A/n: that's her outfit ^^ And because I'm nice to update again)
+Grace's P.O.V+

I pull Ashton into the mall and into my favorite store. As I flick through the racks, I find an adorable baby blue skirt.

I gasp, "Ashton, look at this! It's adorable."

"Yeah, Grace. Just adorable." He chuckles.

"Black isn't the only color in the world Ashton." I advise him.

"Yeah I know. Look, my shirt has red on it." He says and points out the small color in his shirt.

"Whatever. Let's go try it on." I say and grab his hand.

"Grace..." he whines.

"Shut up." I scold him.

I pull him back to the dressing room and in the stall.

"Am I even allowed in here with you?" He asks.

"Why wouldn't you be?" I ask as I take off my short and slip into the skirt. "Oh my god! This is so cute. Look at my ass!"

He chuckles as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the walls.

"Yes, it's so cute. And your ass looks amazing." He says in a monotone voice.

"You like it." I say and playfully shake my butt.

"Nah." He says and shifts his weight between his feet.

"Yeah you do." I smile.

As I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a stinging sensation hits by butt. Along with a loud smack.

"Ashton!" I shriek.

"Hey, you kept shaking your ass. I had to." He shrugs.

"I'll do it again." I threaten as I stick my butt out.

Suddenly, I'm thrown against the wall and my arms are pinned above my head.

"Don't, do it." He says.

"I like seeing you so aggressive." I smirk and peck his lips.

"You wouldn't if we were in bed." He says as he nips at my earlobe.

"I beg to differ." I giggle. "Let's keep shopping and then when we get home, you can show me just how aggressive you are."

"You gotta help me get ride of this though." He says and grinds his hips on mine.

I let out a hum as I look up at him. Ashton gazes down at me.

"What are you gonna do?" He says.

"Just think of something gross. Like, one of your best friends giving you head."

"Ew, God. That's-shit, no. That's just wrong." He cringes.

"Did that help?"

"Yes, god." He says and shakes his head.

"You're welcome." I smile and shimmy out of the skirt.

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As we walk away from getting smoothies, I see a familiar red puff ball of hair.

"Michael!" I shout across the mall.

"Hey cuteness." He smiles and hugs me.

"What are you doing?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Looking for another pair of boots. These are falling apart." He chuckles. "What are you doing here?"

"Just shopping with Ashton."