The bad boy in the band tee {lashton}

"A six month vacation twice a year"

Sorry for not updating I've been really busy with school and such. Why is algebra so hard?😁

Ashton's point of view

I lay there staring up at Ava's Dad who was still as shocked as ever to see a 6ft man lying on his daughters floor just after he had fallen out of her wardrobe.

I looked over to Ava who looked so scared that she could have turned to white dust there and then but when I looked back at her father a look of death had filled his eyes as he looked down at me.

"Hello sir," I said smiling up at him nervously and waving slightly.

"Lovely day today isn't it?" I said stupidly and his face went bright red with anger.

Without hesitation he yanked me up from the ground by my t-shirt and started dragging me out the door.

We got to the front door when he let go of me and came right up to my face our noses almost touching.

"If I ever see you near this house or my daughter again I'll make you wish you were dead do you hear me?" He whispered threateningly.

I nodded quickly before he shut the door in my face.
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I was sitting alone in the living room watching some documentary about South Africa.

Yes, my life has actually come to the point where I'm being forced to watch South African culture.

Right now I could really do with a 6 month vacation twice a year.

Unsurprisingly Ava hasn't called or texted me since 'the incident' and I kind of realised that I wouldn't be seeing much of her any time soon.

Luke hasn't spoken to me either and I'm kind of hoping that it stays that way.

Life is much easier without having someone nipping at your heels every ten seconds.

I sighed deeply switching the TV on standby and leaned my head over the back of the couch.

"Uuuuuggggghhhhhh," I groaned lifting my feet off the ground and rolling about on the couch.

"What's with all the groaning?" I screamed at the sudden voice and stood up rapidly.

And there he stood leant against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest with his usual smirk planted across his lips.

"How did you get in my house?" My hand was pressed against my chest from the mini heart attack.

"Quick tip, don't leave the door open when you have a 6ft4 white Australian boy stalking you," he shook his finger at me.

I was still panting from the scare and literally no words could come out of my mouth.

"Lost your tongue?" He walked over and sat down in the corner of my couch crossing his legs.

"Go on shouldn't you be making a witty sarcastic comment about me breaking into your house?" He chuckled at me as I stood there speechless.

"Well usually people don't break into other people's homes though do they?" I managed to make out.

"There it is!" He smiled laughing lightly and to be honest I had to try not to break a smile because his smile could light up a thousand cities.