From Ashton:
•Want 2 come over later?
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To Ashton:
•I dont know. We barely know each other.
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From Ashton:
•Which is exactly why you should come over haha :)
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To Ashton:
•I'll think about it.
Ashton has been hounding me for the past few days to go over, and it was starting to get really fucking annoying.
I liked the guy, but if I reject the first 3 invitations what makes him think I'll accept the 4th?
Plus, it would make Michael, and even Luke, unhappy.
Not that I cared about their opinions on who I hung out with, but it would feel weird. Luke not being with his own Soulmate, Michael not being with his own Soulmate.
Then again, I did want to get to know Ashton. What better way than to go over and hang out with him?
I picked my phone up again, opening his message.
To Ashton:
•I thought about it. Where do you live? I'll be over asap.
He sent me his address, along with a party hat emoji, telling me to stop by whenever I was ready.
I pulled the address up on Maps, deciding to just walk to avoid questioning by the boys.
Of course, I didn't leave until a couple hours later. Hopefully Ashton wouldn't be too mad.
Slipping on my shoes, I grabbed my bag, bounding down the steps and walking past the 3 boys playing Xbox.
Luke paused it, making the other boys groan. "Where are you going?," he asked.
"Out," I responded, opening the door and shutting it before he had a chance to respond.
The walk was only 10 minutes, so it's not like it took long, but it was still almost 100 degrees out, which didn't help.
I'd forgotten how large Ashton's house (mansion) was since the party. It was intimidating. I was literally intimidated by a house.
I walked onto the porch, knocking. There was only one nice car in the driveway, yet I couldn't tell if it was his or his parents'.
There was a large bang, followed by a yell, before the door opened 10 seconds later.
Ashton stood in front of me, panting, and smiling sheepishly. "Hi, come in."
I was finally able to see what his house looked like without everyone crowded around in one spot.
"I'm guessing your family is rich?," I asked, gazing at the space filled with expensive furniture.
He shrugged. "I guess. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home."
I sat on the couch while he disappeared into the bathroom, moving stuff around before coming out again.
He fell down next to me, draping an arm behind my shoulders on the leather.
"So, what do you wanna do?," he asked.
Shrugging, I knew I shouldn't have come over. Now I just wanted to go home without being rude. "We can do whatever. I don't mind."
He reclined, propping his feet up onto the coffee table and grabbing the remote. "We can just chill and watch Netflix."
I wasn't sure if he meant it in the fuckboy way, but I hoped he didn't. "Uh, yeah, sure. Where's your bathroom?"
He slightly tensed up before nodding behind him. "Down the hallway, first door on your right."
Nodding, I stood up, walking across the large wood floor, before turning down the hallway. There were a lot of doors lined up, going diagonal of each other.
