Currently, me and Ray were in his room sitting in the floor with the other guy that was here before. Apparently his name is Ashton and is not only insanely hilarious, but also undeniably handsome. He has long curly hair, resting just above his shoulders, and mesmerizing hazel eyes, the ones you could stare at all day.
Before I could even notice, me too captivated in my conversation with Ashton, Ray left to go somewhere, the bathroom I guessed.
"Yeah, All Time Low is definitely one of my favorites," I laughed. Who couldn't like All Time Low?
"Yeah, I mean their songs just connect to me in a way that I can't even describe. It's like someone knows what I've been through and knows what to say because they've been through it too," he spoke, his accent thick.
Oh yeah, he's fucking Australian.
"Yes, exactly! They're so relatable and just amazing," I said in complete awe, excited about someone understanding my love for bands, like All Time Low.
"Yes." He giggled. Holy shit. I immediately burst out laughing, rocking back a bit. "What?"
I crossed my legs again, the carpet being a cushion for my bottom and just stared at him. "You just giggled!"
"No I didn't!" Ashton protested, letting out a small giggle, making me laugh again.
"You just did it again!"
"No I did not!" He exclaimed.
"Oh yes you did."
"No," he shook his head, his eyes lighting up and his deep dimples popping out. I glared at him for a second before nodding my head with a smirk on my face.
"Fine! I giggled. Happy now?" Ash threw his arms up and laughed slightly. I nodded my head again with a grin, my tongue resting on the back of my teeth.
"You're a stubborn one." I nodded my head again in response.
"Words Jasmine!" He reached forward and gripped my shoulders, shaking me gently.
"No!" I laughed, leaning closer to him, my smile disappearing once I realized the lack of distance between our faces. Though he didn't seem to notice because just at that moment Ray walked in with Jack following behind him, an angry look already held on his face.
"Hey.. What's going on here?" Ray spoke slowly, taking in the sight in front of him. I could tell how bad this looked, Ash's hands gripping my shoulder and our bodies pretty close. Not good.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jack stormed past Ray and pulled Ashton up by his shirt, well, tried. Ashton is pretty strong, his biceps practically ripping through his shirt. He told me he was a drummer in a band, though I already forgot the name.
Ashton decided to spare Jack's embarrassment and stood up himself with his hands in the air. He didn't even look threatened or scared.
"We didn't do anything trust me," he started, raising his arms more as Jack lifted his clenched fist.
"I'm not going to trust you, I don't fucking know you," he spit, tugging on Ashton's collar so he could be nose to nose with him. "I swear if you fucking touch her again," he growled, moving his fist closer to Ashton's face.
"Jack!" I yelled, stepping between them and pushing against Jack's chest. He didn't move. "Jack fucking stop. You're being a douchebag!" He flickered his eyes down to me with a hint of guilt, but that quickly washed away with anger.
"Tell me he didn't fucking touch you," he said lowly, tugging more on the cotton in his fist.
"He didn't touch me. We were just talking Jack," I narrowed my eyes at him, making him stare at me. "Let him go right now." And with that, he let him go and stormed out of the room.
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Best friends or more? (Jack Gilinsky fanfic)
Fanfiction"I made a huge mistake," he shook his head as he mumbled in his hands. "And what was that?" I asked shakily. "I fell in love with my best friend."
