Accidentally In Love↠Tyshley

Fighters

"Shit" Ashley mumbled, as she heard her phone buzz, waking her up.

Her head pounded, and it took her a minute to realize where exactly she was. In bed, wearing Tyler's shirt, where as Tyler wasn't even wearing a shirt, but he was holding her non the less. This wasn't happening, she couldn't have cheated on Ryan. Not yet at least. Then, her phone buzzed again. She picked it up to see her messages blowing up, and her Twitter and Instagram going crazy. Two missed calls and ten texts from Ryan. Great.

Ryan:
7:20 pm: Just wanted to check up on you, hope you're feeling better X

8:00 pm: I thought you were home with your mom, not out partying. You lied to me.

8:47 pm: You kissed Tyler?! I know I was distant today but I had a surprise for you. We seriously need to talk.

8:48 pm: *picture message of her kissing Tyler and dancing with him at the bar*

9:12 am: Where are you? Call me.

And those were only half of the texts... What the hell happened last night?

{Last night}
Their lips joined for the first time as Ashley and Tyler. They were finally connected. The blonde looped her arms around the boys neck, as he her waist. Then, she pulled back.

"Let's get out of here," she mumbled, giggling.

He nodded and took her hand. Neither of them were truly sober, but Tyler wasn't to the point that he couldn't drive the five minutes to his house, though he usually doesn't do that. He slowly got out of the car, and helped a giggling Ashley into his house. Now, he had found out what the girl was like when she was drunk: hands-y. The minute they walked through the door, Ashley had taken him during surprise and pushed him up against the wall.

"Ashley you have a boyfriend," Tyler said, reasoning with her.

"But I'd much rather have you. Ryan's an idiot," she mumbled, going up in her tippy toes to get closer to him.

"But he's still your boyfriend," he sighed, putting his arms around her waist to steady her.

"Not tonight. Tonight I want you," the girl hissed, her pupils growing dark.

"Ashl-"

"Don't," she mumbled before kissing him again.

Sober Ashley had wanted to kiss him since the day he showed up at her doorstep, and drunk Ashley was finally making that happen.

The tiny amount of alcohol in Tyler made him not pull back. Instead, he kissed her back, pulling her closer to him. Her hands roamed his chest, going under his shirt. Before he had time to protest, his shirt was off and thrown onto the floor. His hands found their way barely under her shirt, running up and down her back.

"Babe...upstarts," she mumbled.

Tyler knew that going upstairs would be a mistake. Even though he really wanted to. He knew they would both regret it in the morning, and Ashley would only resent him for letting it happen. Besides, that's not how he wanted their first time to be, a drunken mistake. He had to fix this.

"Alright," he said, looking at her.

She giggled and reached her arms up as though to silently ask for him to carry her. So, he picked her up, and carried her up the stairs to his room. By the time he had walked down the hallway and gotten through to his room, the blonde was about to fall asleep, like he had hoped. He set drowsy Ashley down on the edge of the bed. Tyler figured she wouldn't be comfortable in her tight jeans, so he put his shirt over her.