Obsession

Ch 29 - Marry Me

The sophomore album from 5SOS, Sounds Good Feels Good, was released a couple of weeks later on October 23rd. Though, I had to admit to Ashton that I had been listening to the leaked album a few days prior to the release date. Traci had obtained the songs from a source that I told her I didn't want to know about, because I didn't want to have to fess up to Ashton if he asked who it was. He was pissed that the songs had been leaked, which he was already aware of, but not that I'd listened to them. As a matter of fact, he said he'd considered sending them to me himself several times, and he had a hard time talking himself out of it.

"I've never been so excited to share something with someone I love. So, tell me what you think."

I thought, Uhhh... I think you just said that you love me. He made it seem like no big deal, so I pretended like he didn't mean to say it. Maybe he didn't mean it the way it sounded. I told him how much I honestly loved nearly every song.

"Nearly every song? So which ones are you not feeling?"

I had to be honest with him, because that whole honesty thing was a big deal, no matter how insignificant the topic seemed. "Well, my least favorite is probably Broken Home. I mean, I actually think the lyrics are great, and I know the majority of fans are going to love it. But it's just not something I can relate to I guess." My dad had died when I was very young. So, while I grew up without a dad, I luckily never had to experience a bad relationship between my parents.

"Okay, I get that. So what else?"

"We've already heard Money, but it's kind of super cheesy. You know I love cheesy songs, so it's not that I don't like it. It just doesn't really seem to fit in with the rest of the album. But, it has a feel-good vibe to it that I can see people getting hype to at live shows, especially as a show opener, like how it opens the album."

"Agreed. Anything else?"

"Nope. That's it."

He laughed at me.

"What's so funny?"

"I was prepared for a harsh critique or something, I don't know. Even with the songs you don't like, you pointed out the good points. That's so you, being nice even when you're talking about something you don't like."

"Am I too nice?" I always did feel like I was nice to a fault, unless you messed with my family or friends.

"No! You're perfect. Everything about you is so fucking perfect, Aubree. That's why I can't get enough of you. Marry me already," he joked.

I pouted in a playful manner. "Shut up. Don't talk like that. It's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"Making me want things that will never be." We were playing around, but there was still truth to it.

"But I thought you never said never?"

"Mmm. Yep, you got me there, dammit. But anyway, congrats on the album. And please tell the others that I truly love it, and not just because it's your music. It's seriously perfection. Waste the Night, Jet Black Heart, Vapor, Castaway... holy shit, Ashton, I haven't been in love with music like this in a long time. And your solo in Safety Pin fucks me up, by the way."

He grunted. "Hmm. You're in love with my music, huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." I had a feeling we weren't really talking about the music, but either way, the answer was yes.

"Maybe my music is in love with you, too," he replied far more seriously than expected.

It was confirmed, we were no longer talking about the music. But I let it slide, because no way in Hell was I ready for that conversation. Especially over the phone. "Your music has good taste in women, then." I tried making light of the situation, but he wasn't having it.