four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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A S H T O N

     I reached for the door but before that I fixed my pajamas and looked back at her on the bed. Smiling, lying, arms were spread wide as if she saw something really beautiful from the ceiling.

     I opened the door, "Can I borrow your cellphone? Please?" I saw my little brother pleasing. I am glad he knows how to knock when the door is closed. Sarah didn't locked it when she came in.

     I messed his hair up and asked, "What for?" I kneeled down. "Games." He smirked and covered his lips. He was too cute to resist.

     "Alright. Get it from the television at the kitchen. Just games. Okay?" I said and he nodded then said, "Thank you." And kissed me from the cheeks.

     I was turning around when my sister called me, "Yeah?"

     "Can I have---" she started but I cut her off because she only borrows two things from me, my guitar that no one knows I have and a studio in here. She borrows them once a month for a studio recording of her band, school project or anywhere she could find peace.

     "Cool! Thanks!"

     "Just don't break anything please!" I warned her because for the first time she borrowed them that neck of my first electric guitar got broken.

     "Will do!" She shouted back.

     I closed the door behind me and look for her. The comfort room's door was locked. I knocked, "You okay?" Who would have thought that at this moment we were about to do it. In this spot, at this room. Maybe today wasn't the timing.

     Timing is everything.

     I sat down by the door. It wasn't an illusion, there was a spark between her and I. From that very moment, I didn't think about sex. I thought about her, the memories, everything that we've been through and we came out alive and there we were, sharing love.

     "Tell me that wasn't me, tell me it was an illusion." She said when she got out from the bathroom, "What have you done? What have I done?," she was brushing her hair up and tugging her hair down and did it again. Confused.

     "What do you want me to say?" I asked looking up at her, still sitting at the floor and leaned my back by the wall.

     She sat at the end of the bed and said, "Tell me it wasn't real."

     "But it was real. I pushed you off, atleast my brother knocked.," I said, I was smiling from ear to ear, I could feel that it was the smile I always have given to our fans. The genuine smile, smile of happiness, and she was a fan, "If there was no one else here and there's no one to disturb. You're dead." I said mocking her.

     "Stop Ashton, stoooop." She shouted and then acted like she was crying. I crawled towards her. She hide under the sheets. I sat beside her and fumble for her and hugged her, "Sorry. I couldn't help it. You shouldn't have told me about leaving." I whispered through the sheets to her ears.

     "Just as I thought.," she said, "But don't make it as an excuse. I know you've plot this!," she said and abruptly come out from the sheets, shouting, with a death stare, "You've planned this when your mother and I were out!"

     "I was washing the clothes." I defended myself and she fought for her point of view. We argue until she ran out of excuse and ideas.

     "Cant think of any already?" I smirked, "You'll always be defeated by me then." All of a sudden I heard an alarm.

     I looked at her, confused. She wasn't confused instead she came over by the lamp light and turn the alarm off like she knew what it was, "What's the alarm about?"