December

14

"Are you gonna leave wearing that?" Chelsea stuck her nose up in mild disgust.

It was the following day. I was ready to leave the apartment and head over to Ashton's place for the movie night.

Last night was pretty much a blur, not because I was drunk or anything, but because the party became boring after 10:00pm. Sure, the lounge was great and everyone else was having the time of their lives, but there was something in me that felt emotionally drained.

I arrived home at around 11:20pm, and crashed on the couch as quickly as I could. Then, when I woke up super late this morning, I watched a bit of The Real Housewives Of Melbourne before getting ready for Ashton's.

"Yeah. I am. Got a problem?" I hissed playfully, strutting my stuff down the hallway as I was lazily dressed in my Nike sweatpants and Ed Sheeran t-shirt.

"I do, actually," Chels giggled, jumping off the couch, waddling over to me and dragging me back into my bedroom.

"Look, Rach. If you didn't already know, there's going to be males at Ashton's place tonight, and when I say males, I mean specimen other than Luke and Michael. So, in the kindest way possible, I am demanding that you go change into something a bit more...glamourous." She giggled at the stain on my shirt, making me frown.

"I don't know what glamour looks like! I own like two pairs of shoes, Chelsea. I'm not exactly a fashionista." I grumbled.

"I'll pick your outfit then."

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Three sharp knocks on Ashton's apartment door was enough for him to come jogging to my arrival.

"Hey there, stranger. Come in, come in." He stepped to the side, as I wandered into his familiar habitat.

He lead me to his living room, the long grey 'L' shaped couch stating as the centre piece of the room.

"Guys, you know my friend Rachel, right?" Ashton announced to the three men huddled around the DVD cases.

They turned around to see me, shaking their heads humbly at Ashton.

"I don't believe we've met before..." A blonde guy wandered up to me slyly, offering his hand for me to shake.

"I guess not..." I hummed, shaking his hand.

Ashton placed a hand on his friends shoulder, pulling him back a bit.

"This is Jayce. He's a flirt and has terrible taste in movies; therefore, you should both get along." Ashton giggled to me, like the jumping kangaroo he is.

"Oi, I have the best taste in movies I think you'll find!" Jayce defended.

"Really mate? Your favourite movie is Spy, and you've never even seen The Breakfast Club! You don't know what a good movie is!" Ashton gaped.

I gasped immediately. "You've never seen The Breakfast Club?!"

Jayce smirked. "No, actually."

I shook my head. The Breakfast Club was my favourite movie of all time, and to hear that this guy hadn't watched it really bothered me. It shouldn't have bothered me, but it did.

"Okay, it's settled; we're watching The Breakfast Club."