I never thought that I'd think a person was refreshing, and I'm not talking about that, 'I just took a drink of cold water after playing outside all day long' type of refreshing.
I'm talking about the feeling of fresh bedroom sheets that hug you in...
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Ashton's pov
I swallowed my pride and finally got up from my bed once I had finished my call with Joliè, but not before I made sure to take my medication. Even if it was a few hours late.
I know better then to set myself up against my mama.
I sighed and slowly opened my door before peeking out into the hallway. Not wanting to be seen before I can gauge everyone's mood.
I slowly walk down the hallway where I hear Rell and Daja arguing over whether or not women's basketball or men's basketball was more exciting to watch.
I didn't really understand the argument considering Daja is a theater snob and Rell cares more about football, but I continued eavesdropping nonetheless.
Daja likes to push Rell way past his buttons and goes out of her way to gain factual knowledge just to piss him off. They're truly brother and sister if you ask me.
The argument was cut short when I heard my mother yell from behind me, "Terell Samuel and Daja Rae, y'all better not be arguing over the same shit! Move on!"
I squealed at her closeness before slowly turning around to face her. Her face was laced with irritation yet she held a softness as she searched my face for what version of me she was looking at.
"Did you take-?"
"Yes ma'am, I told it just a little bit ago, I know it's late. I just woke back up." I interrupted just to cover my ass as I was slightly shaking from the anxiety of what she might do to me.
"Are you ready to eat or do you just want something to hold you over until dinner?" She keeps a small distance between us, unsure if I'm willing to feel her touch.
I glance away as I consider the options, knowing I want to text Jolie with confirmation that I've had at least a little something to eat. I never want to lie to her.
"How long until dinner?" I ask as I keep my gaze on my shaky hands.
"Once we all decide what to have, then soon after that, depending on whether we cook or order in." She explains before leaning down to whisper into my ear, "Though with how those two are acting, I might put them in the kitchen as a bonding exercise."
I bite back a smile as I shake my head, "Can I ask you something?" I ask shyly, the nervousness building its way up my esophagus.
Mom hums then moves her arms to the walls of the hallway and gently presses against them, reminding me of all the challenges we once did when I was young, to help me stay rooted in the moment.
I quickly mimc her movement and take a deep breath. "Are you upset with how I handled things earlier? I honestly didn't mean to attack them but I understand if you're upset. Before you answer though, I want to establish the boundary I set, and you crossed."
