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20 Questions - Ashton Irwin

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You were nervous. The thunderous pounding of your heart only clouded your senses. You weren't sure what you'd been thinking, when you had made this arrangement. Your brain had been in a fog of nothing but lust and want at the time. Something he brought out of you so easily. But now that you could think clearer, breathe easier, you realized just how crazy you were for going through with this. With any of it. He'd been more than willing to comply with the arrangement. It felt weird even calling it that. You two had been friends for little over a year now, but it quite honestly felt like forever. That's just how easily you two fit together; like two puzzle pieces finding each other for the first time. You and Ashton were a match.

So that's why you had trouble calling this whole thing an 'arrangement'. It was far more personal, more intimate, if you will. Which is why you were a complete wreck at the moment. The idea of being so close to Ashton made your head spin with excitement. But also terrified you to the core, your body slightly shaking from anticipation. How had you gotten here in the first place? Your mind went back to a few days ago..

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You sat on your olive green couch, a thoughtful gift from your mother for getting your first place. The cushions were rough and scratchy, often making your skin turn a red blotchy color from lying on it for too long. The soft red throw blanket you had draped over it helped though, plus it hid the horrid color of the fabric. Still, you kept the couch, because your mother was quite proud of her investment, often complementing how it suited your apartment whenever she visited. Even though it did anything but. Who were you to break your mothers heart?

Uni had been tough. Your classes were especially difficult this term, plus you were just getting over a cold. Flu season always kicked your ass a couple times throughout the year, and you thanked the gods for the invention of NyQuil. The clocked ticked on, doing a small chime that signaled it was half past four. A heavy sigh left your lips, your head leaning back to rest against the arm of the sofa. You had switched positions, choosing to lay on your back with your feet stretched out in front of you. Closing your tired eyes, you let your mind wander over small worries and thoughtless rambles until the sound of your front door opening awoken you from your relaxed sate. "Ashton?" You questioned groggily as you eyed your friend from across the room. Maybe it was the daze you were still in, but he looked older. Dressed in his usual black skinny jeans, black boots, and the infamous ripped green day tank that showed off his arms. Even in the middle of winter he wore that thing, and you always wondered how he never got cold.

He looked over at you with his natural charming smile, disheveled curls flying in every which direction as he shut your door behind him with a soft 'click'. You had met Ashton last June when your best friend had decided to host a summer bash at her house, consisting of a dozen new faces you'd never met. Her new boyfriend at the time, Calum, had invited all of his mates over. Ashton being one of them. You two instantly hit it off, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He had been your savior that night, since large social gatherings weren't necessarily your thing. So you both had spent most of the time in your friends room, listening to music and sharing a bottle of rum. The rest was history.

"Hey you. What are you doing?" He gave you a funny look, his eyebrows scrunching together with playfulness as he made his way towards you. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders before closing your eyes once again. "Well I was napping, before you rudely interrupted." A scoff was heard before you felt your legs being lifted up, a heavy weight sinking the cushions down at the end of the couch, and your legs being placed on something soft yet firm. You opened your eyes, moving your legs on his lap to get into a better position. "Sure, make yourself comfortable."