Midnight » a. irwin

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lol this is short af

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"So, what do we do?" I asked, still as confused as ever

"Open the door and let the hottie in, that's what we'll do!" Courtney exclaimed pushing me aside with the amount of strength I didn't know she possessed

I rolled my eyes at the excited girl, knowing all too well what she was thinking.

"Look, I know that the dude outside happens to be in that band you're oh-so obsessed with, but we can't just let total strangers into our house! That'd be a foolish thing to do." I said, stopping her from pulling the door open

"But that's Ashton Irwin! This is probably the only chance I'll ever get to see him in person and I'm not going to pass up on that opportunity."

She wrenched the door open and I peeked out from behind her shoulder to see the boy sprawled onto the floor in a fit of giggles. He jumped up as soon as he saw us and damn, he was tall.

"Lukey? You're not Lukey." He mumbled, cocking his head to one side

"He's drunk." Court declared, as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world

"Yeah, no shit." I replied, rolling my eyes

"Where's my Lukey?" Ashton slurred, looking around the place

"You heard that? He just said 'my Lukey'! That's it, I'm lashton af." Courtney squealed, clapping her hands

"But I thought you were muke af?"

"Eh, depends on my mood."

I ignored her, choosing instead to look at the incredibly beautiful stranger standing in front of me. Said stranger was currently kneeling on the floor yelling things like "The aliens are coming for me!" and "This carpet is really soft."

He was totally plastered.

"What are we going to do with him?" I asked Courtney who was drooling over the fine young man in our living room

"We could let him stay the night?"

"What? No way! He's a boy! And he's drunk! It's not safe."

"So are you just going to kick him out in this condition? You are one heartless girl." Court muttered dramatically, placing her hand over her chest

"Quit the drama, will you? And fine, we'll let him stay the night. He can have the couch." I muttered, suddenly very tired from all the events of tonight

"I was thinking, maybe he could have my bedroom—"

"Courtney."

"The couch seems fine."

We dragged Ashton-who happened to be very heavy-from the floor to the couch. He immediately curled into himself, letting out a sigh of content.

"Okay, he seems comfortable. Let's get some sleep." I dragged an unwilling Courtney upstairs

Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day.

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this was so terrible and short but hopefully you liked it

the updates will get more frequent and longer, I promise

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