(A/N: toward the end, listen to This Is Home by Switchfoot it will most likely make you cry whoops)
"This is Taylor's house?" Ashton gasps, looking up at the enormous mansion that stands before him.
"Yep. This is the right address."
The crumpled piece of paper reads 6923 Beverly Hills Drive, matching the address on the house.
"Damn. This house is bigger than my dick!" Ashton exclaims, drawing the attention of a few elders with Taylor Swift tees and the tour guide. The man sends a sharp glare to Ashton, shutting him up real quick.
We follow the guide into the large abode, 'ooh's' and 'ahh's' escaping our lips at every turn. Her kitchen is directly to the left of the entrance, complete with a full black granite countertop and furnished chairs to match. Cabinets cover the room, and I wonder how she can have enough shit to fill all of those cabinets. But then again, she's rich.
The basement is even more unbelievable, displaying everything from a mini bar to a gigantic foosball table. Ashton's eyes grow wide as he runs over to the foosball table, trying it out a bit.
"Sir! No touching Ms. Swift's things!" The tour guide scolds, pointing a stubby finger at Ashton. He shrivels up in shame, and proceeds to run over and hide behind me.
"Ash, you are like a foot taller than me. He can see you."
"Damnit." He whispers, coming out from behind me.
The guide leads us all upstairs, finally reaching the four massive bedrooms on the second floor.
"OH MY GOD THIS IS WHERE TAYLOR SLEEPS!" Ashton almost screams, practically giving the old ladies a heart attack. Literally.
He quickly apologizes and slows his pace, making me drag along behind with him.
"Do you think she slept on there naked?" He whispers as soon as the group is out of earshot.
"Um... Maybe?" I question, still flustered as to why he asked that question. I'm sure he thought it, but I don't get why he had to ask me who probably knew as well as he did.
He nods quickly and bolts toward her room, making his way there in mere seconds. He gives me a thumbs up before doing a belly flop onto the plush comforter of her bed. He stays there for only a second, then gets up and swiftly returns back in the tour line.
"Man, I feel alive."
"Oh I bet you do Ash, I bet you do." I giggle, drawing the attention of the tour guide. He gives me a rude glance, and I find myself rolling my eyes. What an ass.
"Yeesh. What an ass. He should be nice considering I paid to go on this tour." It was like he had read my mind.
"Ash." I look up at his brown eyes, raising my left eyebrow.
"Huh?"
"I was the one who paid."
"Oh. Well you should get your money back!" He shouts a little too loudly. The tour guide turns around and walks over to us, pointing towards the door.
"Out you two."
"Excuse me?" Ash snaps back.
"You heard me! Out!"
"We're not leaving!" I finally stand up to the short, grumpy man.
"Well then I will have to call security."
"Fine! Fine! We're going. But I'm taking this pillow!" Ashton angrily grabs the nearest pillow and runs out the door with it as I try to follow close behind.
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