Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

2 | The Band

ASHLEY'S POV

"Hey, Ashley?" Spoke Ashton through the phone line.

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked.

"My band is coming over today. You wanna meet them?" He asked.

"Sure! What time?" I agreed.

"Right after lunch. They're staying over. You can stay over if you want, too." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I have a cousin's birthday party tomorrow." I whined.

"Ditch. C'mon, there is no such thing as a good girl." He teased.

"I am a good girl, okay?" I grabbed an apple and took a bite.

"Good girls are actually bad girls that haven't been caught." He said cheekily. "So stay over."

"What if my mum finds out? What am I supposed to say to her? What if she calls your mom and asks if I'm okay then she'll say that I actually stayed over?" I rambled.

"You're such a goody two shoes, it's unbelievable." He chuckled.

"I don't wanna be troublesome to my mom, okay?" I defended.

"Okay. Just come over." He hung up before I could object. I groaned and threw my phone on the sofa in the living room.

"Mom?" I called out. She replied and I followed her voice to the bedroom. She was pinning her hair up into a fancy updo. I gave her a confused look.

"Anne invited me for dinner tonight. You wanna come?" She explained.

"Sure! Oh, and about that..." I trailed off. "Ashton wants me to meet his best friends. Can I stay over?"

"But tomorrow you have the par-"

"I know, but please. I've never had a real friend in a long time." I gave her my best puppy dog look.

She pursed her lips, trying not to give in but then she let out a breath she'd been holding in and I fought back a smirk. "Fine. But only for two nights. Any longer and I won't trust you going over there anymore."

"Thank you, mom! You're the best!" I said, engulfing her in a hug and kissing her cheek sloppily. She wiped off my saliva with a disgusted look on her face.

"Okay. Now go get ready!"

"I will." I said, skipping to the living room to get my phone. I walked upstairs and locked the door shut. I plugged in my phone to the Beats' pill speaker. I pressed shuffle on Spotify and let whatever song play. I turned it up loud enough for me to enjoy the music but not too loud for my mother to complain.

I washed my face and tied my hair up in a messy bun. I put on some eyeliner and just a thin layer of mascara. I put on some chapstick and patted some powder on. I checked my teeth and it was okay. I looked at my nails and saw it chipping off a bit. I should've followed Simply Nailogical and coated the tip of my nail, too. I repainted it and applied the quick dry top coat, sealing the tip as well.

I just wore a floor-length lace maxi dress. I paired it with black heeled boots. My hair was still vibrant and I left it that way. My eyeliner was just a classic wing. I brought along a small bag that matched the tone of my white dress. I tried not to be super fancy but if my mom styles her hair in an updo, we're 'bout to go to frickin' Obama's birthday.

I packed up a duffel bag with things I needed. I'll probably drop off my bag then head off to dinner anyways.

"Ashley?" My mom called, knocking on the door. "You ready?"