arachnophobia ➸ a.i.

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- Leah -

"Shit." I muttered. Ethan cracked a large smile as he stared at the gorgeous, drunk boy in front of us.

"Leah!" Ashton exclaimed, falling into my arms. My eyes widened at his touch, waves of electricity crashing through my veins. I truly remembered how I felt when he grabbed my arm on his porch only three days before.

"How did you learn my name?" I questioned, pushing him off of me. The electricity in my body was quickly replaced with longing, disappointment.

"I don't know." He giggled, a large grin still plastered on his face. "I'm in a band."

"Oh, really?" I acted interested, smirking at Ethan. Why not use this opportunity while I have it? "What's it called?"

"5 Seconds of Summer." He continued grinning, a glint of pride and excitement in his eyes.

I raised my eyebrows at Ethan. He held back his laughter like I did.

"That's cool! How many girls have you slept with?"

"One." He hiccuped.

"Who?"

"Gabriella Royal. Last night." He smirked at the memory.

"Oh my god." I muttered. "Ashton, you gave your virginity away while you were drunk!" I acted worried, to worry him too. This was fun.

"Oh no!" His grin turned into a frown. "Nooooo! What's a virginity?"

"You're way too drunk." I giggled. "Go into your room."

"Olay. Wait, is it okay or olay or otay?"

"It's olay." I covered my mouth. "Wait, what's your middle name?"

"Fletcher!" He smiled a little too big. We all know who the honest drunk is..

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin." I nodded, pressing my lips together.

"I love you, Leah." A cheeky grin spread across his face.

My cheeks heated up. I felt frozen, shocked. Very few had said that expression to me, and nobody but my family ever meant it. I could feel my heart in my chest, my eyes wide, my breathing unsteady, my mind racing.

Actually, who the fuck cares. He's drunk and ridiculous right now. He's not being honest.

"Go to your room, Ashton. You're drunk." A fake laugh escaped my mouth. I could feel Ethan's curious, shocked stare boring into my soul, but I ignored it for the moment. He probably thinks I lied to him and Ashton and I are in some type of secret relationship. Or maybe he's just shocked like I am. Who knows?

I opened Ashton's door and lead him to his bed, him stumbling. "You need sleep." I smiled sympathetically at him.

"I need pajamas!" He exclaimed, running to his dresser, pulling his black sweater off in the process. My eyes widened at his toned back. He had muscles almost everywhere. Maybe he was more than just a little hot, as I had told Ethan earlier. He's fucking sexy. He pulled out some plaid fuzzy pants and a ripped up white t-shirt and turned around again. I, unfortunately, only got a glimpse of his insane abs and torso before he pulled the t-shirt over his head. I watched him struggle with his jeans, my eyes still wide from seeing his upper half. Ethan awkwardly coughed from the doorway and I met his eyes. Face palming, I turned around and allowed Ashton his privacy as he took his insanely tight, black skinny jeans off.

Dammit Ethan.

I turned as I heard the squeak of his bed. He looked so adorable compared to his usual punk rock style. He crawled under the covers, still grinning at me. "Will you sing to me?"

"I can't sing." I laughed, lying. I had been in chorus when I was younger and often got solos.

"Please." He pouted.

"Ashton."

"I won't sleep unless if you sing to me." He crossed his arms, looking away. I rolled my eyes, sitting on his bed.

"No fucking way. You're probably recording me or some shit, and I sing like a naked mole rat looks." I held back my laughter. Ashton continued to beg. His words eventually slowed and he closed his eyes and fell into the most relaxed stage of consciousness.

He seemed so relaxed, peaceful. I smiled at the sight before me. Deciding that I would never get to see something so adorable again, I pulled my phone out and took a picture of him.

"Are we going to go?" I heard an awkward whisper from across the room.

"Oh, Ethan!" I chuckled softly, still effected by the adorable sight before me. I forced myself to look away from sleeping Ashton. "Sorry, let's go."

I found his keys on top of his dresser, along with a used condom making me cringe. Quickly locking the door and closing it, I sighed. The moment the door had closed, Ethan's questioning began.

"What the hell just happened? Are you guys secretly dating? Why did you watch him strip? Don't you-"

"Shh. I have no idea what the hell happened either. He was drunk. He has never acted like that before." I sighed.

"You know, drunk words are sober thoughts." He pointed out. I thought about how he had told me that he loves me, and wondered why he would be thinking that.

"Oh shut up. That's not always the case. It doesn't matter anyways." I sighed, and began walking down the hallway. "He makes no sense."

"Try befriending him, Leah. He obviously likes you." Ethan tried to rationalize, but failed.

"You don't know sober Ashton. He hates me." I sighed. "And I hate him."

"No, you don't hate him." Ethan chuckled as he slipped into the passengers seat of my car. "Trust me Leah, I know you."

"You don't know how I feel about Ashton." I laughed lightly. "I'd totally shoot him."

"I'm sure you would."

"Wait... Ethan, I have an idea."

"Oh no." His eyes widened as I backed out of the parking space.

He knows me too well...

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The next morning, I woke up to angry banging on my door. What the hell? Getting up and hoping it was nothing important, considering that I was wearing a snowflake night gown, the memory came flowing back into my head.

Shit. He's going to fucking kill me.

I cracked the door open, immediately bursting into a fit of giggles. There stood Ashton Irwin, veins popping out of his forehead and angrily panting, with enchilada sauce covering his hair and face.

"I fucking hate you." He growled.