Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

20 | A Little Something Called Love

ASHLEY'S POV

I jumped onto Ashton's bed face first, groaning way too loud right after.

"Hi." Giggled Ashton.

"No." I groaned.

"What happened at war?" He joked.

"Ugh, I just wanna be dead and buried under a shitload of caramel." I said, but my voice was muffled by the pillow.

"You mean, caramel." He corrected my pronunciation.

"I say it as caramel, okay?" I argued, lifting my head up so he could hear me clearly but dropping it right after my sentence.

"Okay, okay." He plopped down on the bed and laid down beside me. He pulled me in, cuddling me. "But seriously, what's wrong?"

"I talked to my mom." I said, turning so my nose wasn't shoved into the mattress, making me not suffocate death.

"And how'd it go?" He asked.

"Well, I cooked her dinner. We ate. I got up to wash my plate, but she stopped me. She said she wanted to talk. She basically asked me things like who helped me when I felt alone and all, and I said she did. She asked me who helped her when she was alone and upset, and she was obviously expecting me to say 'nobody' but I stood up and said I will. We hugged, and she seemed genuinely happy. The happiest I've seen her in ages. But then I told her I'm going over to yours and she turned out sad again, but she let me come here anyway." I explained.

"You could've told me about this, you didn't have to come." He spoke softly.

"No, Ash." I grabbed ahold of his hand. "I want to come."

"Would you still wanna stay if I told you Bryana is coming over, too?"

"What?!" I pulled my hand away as I sat up. "Now I'm just a third-wheeler!"

He laughed. He pulled me back down with him. "We aren't dating!"

"But you like her." I pouted. "And she likes you."

"I don't know about that..." He dropped his gaze.

"Well, what time will she be over?" I asked.

"'Bout 10 to 15 minutes." He said. "Has anyone ever told you you're a good cuddle buddy?"

I chuckled. "Uh... No?"

"I'd snuggle you all day." He said in his baby voice.

"Get off me before Bryana sees you like this and gets jealous." I smirked.

"Stop it! She doesn't like me!" He groaned, rolling over so his back was facing me.

"Ashton, no single girl would accept an invitation to go over to a boy's house for a sleepover from the boy himself unless she likes him." I rolled my eyes. "If they didn't like you, they'd think you'd rape or murder them or some shit."

"Ashton!" Anne called from downstairs. "Bryana's here!"

He shot up and ran towards the mirror and began fixing his hair. I shook my head at him, sitting up and walking downstairs. I saw a beautiful, young, blonde, innocent girl with pretty pink lips formed into a wide smile.

"Bryana?" I asked.

"Hello! How do you know my name?" She asked sweetly.

"Oh, I'm a good friend of Ashton's." I answered.

"Oh, Ashton talked about you before!" Her voice raised in excitement. "Ashley, right?"

"That's me." I smiled back. "Ashton talked about me? That must've been boring."