The Perfect Disguise

Part Eight

Ashton's P.O.V.

I think I may have pissed her off as she did the research on her own. She'd read me some articles in which I would just yell and scream out my opinion about how boring it is as I lay on her bed, studying her from behind.

Little did she know, I wanted to spend time with her. I don't really care about Bianca or the deal I offered her in exchange of my behaviour around her - 'cause, again, and please don't tell her, I think I'm growing some crazy feelings for her and I don't know what to do without her.

Standing up, I reached for her and clasped my hands on her shoulder. She shook her head and continued to scan the net. "What do you want? Finally found the will to help?"

"Why are you," I started, smirking as I leaned down and moved my hands to her waist where I tackled her. "So damn serious?"

"Ashton!" She cried, giggling as she tries to stop me. "Stop it, Irwin!"

"Nope," I said, sticking my tongue out at her. I scooped her up and carried her to bed where I continued to tickle her. "Tell me something."

"Tell you what?" She asked, trying to shove my hands away.

"Something," I repeated, chuckling. Her giggles are so cute, I thought, it makes me weak in the knees. "Tell me something I don't know."

"That's a song!" She cried. "And I'm... stop... I'm not telling you... shit... anything! Stop already!"

"In that case," I said, pulling her closer as I wrapped an arm around her and tickled her more with the other. I can feel her breathing and panting - plus the giggling - on my chest. "I won't stop. I'd---"

"What the hell are you two doing?" Bianca interrupted, eyeing us. Looking at her, we stopped, as she stood by the door. Then she smiled at me; "hi, Ashton!"

"What are you doing here?" Lou asked.

Bianca chuckled, stepping inside the room. "I was about to go out shopping with the girls when I saw an unfamiliar car beside mine so, you know, being the sister that I'm supposed to be, I thought I'd check who you were with. Surprised it isn't the freaks. Anyway, I don't think they can even afford a car like that."

"You don't know them," Lou snapped, glaring at her. I glanced at Lou to find her turning a bit red in the cheeks. "Go out of my room!"

"Pleasure," she smirked, turning on her heels. But before she can even get out, she looked back at me. "Maybe you'd like to come, Ashton!"

"I," I started, raising my eyebrow. I looked from Lou to Bianca then back to Lou, as she rolled her eyes.

She sighed, standing up. She picked up my bag then handed it to me.

"But," I protested, eyeing her. "We're doing our project."

"I know, Irwin," she said calmly. "You're free to go. We can do it tomorrow. It's due is in two weeks anyway."

"Are you sure?" I asked, taking my bag from her and standing up.

"I know, Ashton," she repeated, forcing a smile. "Go ahead."

"Okay," I said slowly, as Bianca slid her hand on my arm.

"Thanks, sis," Bianca smirked before she pulled me. She skipped happily as she led the way out.

"I think its best to take my car," I started as the came into view. I'm not gonna be seen stepping out of a pink wheels, I thought. "I can drop you off later."

"Sounds good to me," she giggled, tucking in her keys. I opened the door for her and jogged to the other side.

As I got in, my phone started ringing. I opened my bag in search of my phone.

"Wait, is that Lou's diary?" Bianca asked, eyeing the black leather notebook inside my bag. She reached for it and opened it to the first page where Lou's handwriting was visible in black ink. "What are you doing with this?"

"I," I started, thinking of an alibi - but all I got is... nothing!

"You're creepy. I must give this back," she said, closing the book. She looked at me as if she's studying me until her eyes widen in excitement. "Oh my god, you like her, don't you?"

"What?" I cried, shaking my head. "I don't! You said it yourself, she's a freak. I'm like Ashton Irwin for gods sake!"

"I knew it," she giggled. "Its too obvious. You don't have to lie. Yes, she is a freak but that's my sister, you asshole! You're hot, I must admit, but I like Scott better. It'd be quite cool if you two get together!"

"But Scott doesn't even like you," I pointed out.

"I know," she said. "But I'm trying to change for him. He makes me feel special and shit."

"Really?" I asked, chuckling. "Bitchy to goody, ei?"

"Kinda," she giggled, blushing. Then she opened Lou's diary again, scanning through it. "Well, maybe I can help you out with her."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"There it is," she exclaimed as she stopped on a page, reading it. "Your name's on this. See? 'It was one time and since then all he does is to be such a jerk. Luke said I like him. Okay maybe a bit. But. Well, unless...'"

She looked at me, smiling devilishly. "Unless what?"

"Told you you like her," she winked at me. "Answer your goddamn phone. My ears are bleeding!"