His Little Girl ~A Luke Hemmings gay fanfiction~

Chapter 12- Bisexual fiancé

*THE IMAGE MILA KUNIS AS ANGELA*

I wake up the next morning and reach my hand out, trying to find Blake. When I don't, I sit up and look around. I don't see him in the room so I get up and walk into the living room. I see him standing at the stove, Angela sitting at the table talking to him.

I walk into the kitchen and greet them both. Blake turns around when he hears me walk in. "Oh hey", he says. He drops his spatula he was flipping eggs with and pulls me over to kiss him. I blush when he pulls away. "How was your sleep?". I shrug and sit down at the table beside of Angela.

She nudges me and I look over at her. "So, I heard about the date", she says, wiggling her eyebrows. I look over at Blake who now has his back turned. Yeah, that's right. You know better than to look at me after you told your sister we did the deed. "Sounds romantic". I look back at her.

"Yeah, it was. It was really romantic, Blake out did himself. It was lovely", I say, smiling softly. She smiles back and her phone dings. She picks it up and reads what's on the screen. Her smile fades and she quickly locks her phone and puts it down. "Everything okay?".

"Uh, yeah. That was just my fiancé Ashton. He said he's going to be gone for a little longer than expected. It wouldn't be a problem if...", she pauses in the middle of her sentence. "Never mind". Blake turns around when he hears this.

"It wouldn't be a problem if what, Ang?", he asks. She doesn't meet his eyes. She looks down at the table. "Angela! If what? What the hell did he do this time?". This catches my interest. He's done other stuff that they know about?

Yes, this is the same Ashton that is using my- Michael. But still, I thought if he did one thing wrong, Blake would have him six feet under. I guess not. I'm still curious why Blake seems to be so pissed off, what did Ashton do before?

"He didn't do anything, Blake. It was something Emma said, but I don't believe her", she replies. Blake looks at her, arms crossed. "Fine! Emma was out with Calum, and Calum said something to her that confused her. So she asked me".

"Asked you what?", he demands. I look over at the stove and see smoke rising from the eggs.

"Um, Blake", I say, trying to get his attention. It doesn't work. "BLAKE!". He finally looks over at me. "Your eggs. They're burning". He turns his head to look at the stove and curses. He tries to revive them, but he just gives up.

He tosses the whole pan into the garbage can. You have got to be kidding me. I hate rich people. That was a perfectly fine pan and he just whipped it into the garbage can. Ugh. This is why I had my doubts. That was strike one.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, what did Emma ask you about Ashton?", Blake asks, giving up on breakfast all together. He comes and sits a crossed from Angela. I just sit there beside her, awkwardly.

"She asked me if he was bisexual", she says. Blake shakes his head. "Blake, please. That doesn't mean anything. She wouldn't tell me what Calum said to make her think this, but I'm sure it was Calum just talking shit. He doesn't know what he's talking about".

"First of all, Calum Hood is literally the best baby surgeon in this country, he's gotta be pretty damn smart. I suggest you find out what Calum said or I'm asking Ashton what the hell he did", Blake says. He stands up and I look up at him. He meets my gaze. "I'm going to shower, care to join me?". I smirk and stand up, following him into the bathroom.

The shower was quite, steamy. After, I go into the bedroom and throw on underwear, a pair of my jeans, and one of Blake's college hoodies. I walk back into the living room to find Ashton Irwin sitting on Blake's couch.

Blake walks in shortly after, not very happy to see Satan on his couch. "Why the hell did you bring the anti Christ into my home?", Blake asks harshly. Angela comes into the room holding two glasses of water.

"You wanted to talk to him, there he is", she says. Ashton finally turns his head to look at us. His face pales when he sees me. I shake my head and color comes back to his face, but not completely.

"Okay, then start talking pretty boy. Why the hell does a certain little red head think you're bisexual?", Blake asks bluntly. I elbow him and he doesn't even turn his head to look at me.

"I-", he starts. There's a knock on the door and Blake groans. I make my way over to the door and open it completely. Michael stands there.

"First, I know you hate me. I'm sorry and I-", he starts. That's when he sees the two people on the couch. "Ashton?".