you're invited

2.1

a s h l e e

i woke up in the living room.

i turned and looked at my surroundings.

i'm sitting on michael, my head on his chest.

i put my ear to his heart and listened to it beat.

beautiful.

his chest rises and falls at an even pace.

after a while of watching michael, i get up and go to the bathroom.

i put on some music and got in the shower.

i hum to i miss you by blink 182.

then bulletproof love came on and i couldn't help but sing to it.

after that, if i'm james dean, you're audrey hepburn came on and i sang to that too.

In the end, I sung to american idiot, miss jackson and
trouble.

i then walked out the bathroom dressed in a green day long sleeve and shorts.

i bumped into some one and fell to the ground.

i looked up and saw ashton smiling at me.

"sorry", he says, he then puts out a hand and i happily except it.

"Thanks", i smile, as he helps me up.

"anytime," he laughed, "nice voice by the way"

i felt my cheeks flush and i looked down.

"don't be embarrassed" he smiled.

"king of hard, after you heard me singing all those songs", i say, rubbing the back of my neck.

"i though it was cool" ashton smiled.

"thanks" i laughed

suddenly i felt a pair of lips on my own.

i looked up and saw that ashton was kissing me.

i didn't kiss back, but i didn't push him away until i saw him looking at us.

i pushed ashton away and slapped him.

"i-i'm, ashlee" ashton stuttered.

"it's fine", i say, wiping my lips.

i looked over at the other man.

he walked up to us and punched ashton in the face.

"don't ever touch her again!" michael screamed at ashton.

"why! it's not like she likes you!" ashton yelled back.

suddenly michael pounced on ashton and started punching him.

ashton then flipped them over and started punching michael.

"stop!!", i scream.

ashton stops and looks over at me and stops.

"a-ashlee", he says.

"stop it! just stop fighting! please" i cry.

ashton jumps off michael and walks over to me.

michael then also jumps up and comes to me.

"ashlee", they both say, then they glare at each other and then look at me again.

"i'm leaving," i say, picking my bag up "sort this shit out before you talk to me again"

and with that, i leave the house.

really ashton? you just had to kiss ashlee. sorry babe but she's not your type.

- sav