My Drummer Boy (Ashton Irwin)

Chapter 29

I take a deep breath before stepping inside the apartment. Wiping my feet on the mat and taking my jacket off, I keep my head down and attempt to avoid Jess and Mary, failing miserably.

"Uhm, excuse me! Come here!" I reluctantly trudge over to the two girls sitting on the couch and flop down in between them.

"What happened!" Jess yells impatiently after a few moments of silence.

"Nothing, really." I smirk, knowing it will annoy her.

"Dude!" Mary shoves me, also getting annoyed.

"Seriously, nothing interesting! We just acknowledged the fact that we still have feelings for each other and I told him I'm still not ready for a relationship with him. He also said that he doesn't care and won't give up on me or something like that." I sighed and played with my hair, a bad habit I have.

"Aww! That's so romantic!" Jess said dreamily, Mary nodded and closes her eyes dramatically.

"Yeah whatever, can we go out tonight?" I dismiss the previous conversation.

"Yeah sure, movie or something?" Mary suggests.

"Uhm, I was thinking something else.." I trail off and the girls raise their eyebrows, realising.

"We're not old enough though?" Jess frowns.

"That's what the boys are for." I smile, the girls join me and we call them up.

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"Mary come do my makeup." I whine from the large bathroom, she walks in looking perfect. Wearing a tight red dress that stops just above the knee with a semi revealing cleavage, she's paired it with shiny black stilettos, bright red lipstick and smokey black eyeshadow.

"Jesus, and you're nearly a year younger than me." I mutter, Mary turns seventeen in a few weeks and she looks much older - especially when she wears stuff like this.

"R.I.P Michael." Jess scoffs as she enters the bathroom, looking her younger sister up and down.

"Guys shut up." She rolls her eyes but can't keep the smile off her flawless face. She examines what I'm wearing and picks out makeup to match it, she applies it carefully.

Staring at my face intently, she puts the last of her makeup away and smiles, satisfied. She then begins putting my long, blonde hair into loose curls. She sprays my hair with the good stuff to make it stay and hands me some perfume and a small tube of lipgloss to keep in my purse throughout the night, to make it easier to reapply.

We stand in front of the mirror and examine ourselves, fluffing our hair and touching up makeup. I take in my makeup and hair and smile happily, content with the end result. I'm wearing a deep blue tight dress, it has two cut outs on each side above the hip and one underneath my breast area and it reaches mid thigh. My eyelids are covered in shimmery blue eyeshadow and my lips are a soft pink, I put in silver hoop earrings and have a matching clutch in my hand.

I glance over at Jess and take in what she's wearing. She's wearing a turquoise jumpsuit with a low-cut cleavage. The shortness of it compliments her long, thin legs, which appear even longer with the white windsors she has on. She has natural makeup on and has done her hair in a loose fishtail to the right of her face, she doesn't have any accessories on - apart from a silver bar necklace she never takes off.

"Nice." I say to the girls. We take a few photos of each other and take some mirror selfies - being typical girls - as we await the four boys. Just as we sit down on the couch, we hear repetitive thumps on the door and groan while we stand up and pull down our dresses and fix our hair.