Are We Friends, Or Are We More?

Notes: absolute shit bit of writing but I liked the idea at first and hated myself when I thought about not finishing it,, which is why it's immensely short and ends awfully.

"I just wanna say thank you, for everything you've all done for us and for getting us where we are today.  We love you all, and I know the boys would say exactly the same except they've all gone out without me to go thong shopping because Luke's thongs broke, and yeah.. so, bye.  Love you!" 

Ashton reviewed his keek with a grimace on his face, captioning it with 'Awkwardest keek speech ever' due to his incompetent words.  He fell backwards onto his bed with a sigh, eyes subconsciously glancing at the wall clock every other second.  To waste time, he decided to look through twitter, not really noticing anything because he was just wishing the time away. 

"Be back in a bit, Ash!"  Calum's voice came from the floor beneath him, the door shutting not seconds later.  Ashton didn’t reply, mainly due to how he thought the boys had already left the house, but mostly because Calum's voice wasn't who he wouldn’t to be hearing right now. 

A groan left Ashton's lips as he rolled onto his stomach. 

'@Ashton5SOS: Why is it time goes so slowly when you're looking forward to something.'

The front door reopened, but Ashton ignored it.  Michael had probably forgotten his phone or something. 

"Ashton, she's here!" 

At that moment, Ashton wishes he could run faster, because the rate at which his legs were moving just wasn't fast enough for him. 

There she was.  On her own in the hallway, sitting on top of a small suitcase as she looked around.  Bobby.

"Hey."  He said, nose brushing against the skin of Bobby's neck as he held her close, arms protectively rubbing over her back. 

"Hey Ash."  Her breath was warm through the t-shirt on Ashton's chest.

"Look, as much as I appreciate the 'I-haven't-seen-my-best-friend-in-eight-months' welcome, I've just been on a 14 hour flight so I'm rather jet lagged." 

Ashton was about to agree with her because of course she'd want to sleep a bit before they got to properly hang out, but Bobby continued.

"I just really need a wee and a drink first."

The two laughed, and Ashton took Bobby's suitcase in one hand, guiding her to the bathroom. 

*

"I'm in Calum's room so you can have mine, is that alright?  You can have someone else's room if you want, the boys won't mind.  They might not be as tidy though." 

Bobby smiled slightly worriedly at the blushing boy before her as he rambled on.  Why he was blushing, she didn't know.  The pair had known each other since they were five; there wasn't anything to be embarrassed about.

"No," Bobby protested, "don't do all of that!  I'll just kip on the sofa; I don’t want to deprive you of your bed." 

She went to remove her suitcase from where it had been placed on her bed, but Ashton pushed it back down. 

"Bob, you're my friend.  I want you to have my bed, alright.  I've bunked with Cal plenty before, it really makes no difference."

Bobby grimaced at that word. 'Friend'.