Turning Tables

Chapter 5- Something

"I don't want to get up."

"Ashley, come on."

I buried my face into the pillow and dug myself even deeper into the bed sheets. "No."

"Are you this difficult every morning?"

"Yes."

Andrew chuckled. "Do you need a shower?"

"Yes."

"Well get up. You can't take one laying in bed."

"Yes I can."

In all honesty, I just wanted to stay in Andrew's bed. It was big and comfortable, and my head hurt because I did the not-smart thing and was drinking again when I knew I had work the next day. Oh well. 

"Guess I'll have to do it my way..." Drew mumbled. 

Next thing I knew I was literally dragged backwards by my feet off the bed and I landed on the floor. I let out a huge breath of air and sighed as I stood up. Drew, to my disappointment, was dressed. I thought that statement over. Why was I disappointed? 

I rubbed my throbbing head and stood up. "Where's the shower?"

"This way."

10:01

Drew led me outside his house, which seemed even bigger in daylight. The garage was a seperate building. His car appeared to be slicked back and low to the ground. A sports car. A sexy sports car. It was beautiful. "This is your car?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's.... freaking awesome," I answered, and looked at myself in the silver reflection on the car door.

The morning wind blew, and I inhaled. I couldn't believe this was his car. 

"Are you going to get in, or just stare?" Andrew smirked from inside the car.

I didn't even realize he was already inside.

10:04

On our way to work. Yay.

10:12

"Sorry, I um, fell asleep in bed with you. That must have been pretty awkward," Andrew said, driving.

I stared at the window, but turned to look at him with a small, unreadable, smile. I turned back to the window, deciding this situation didn't require a verbal response. The night that had passed made me feel as if our friendship- if that's what it was, had more depth, and personality. 

The highway passed by my eyes in a blur, and I thought about how close to Andrew I'd been all last night. How at any moment, I could've just taken a step forward and his lips would've met mine. My breath came out short all of a sudden and I felt my heart pound. 

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to freak you out., Ash," Andrew asked, his eyes focusing on me. 

I smiled, "I'm fine. Perfectly fine."

10:34

We walked up the steps to the restaurant, and Andrew stepped in front of me to open the door. He paused, his hand smoothly gripping the door, and raised an eyebrow, and I could tell something was clicking in his head. A sudden adorable grin took over his face. "Are you always that easy to get in bed with when you've been drinking?"

"Andrew!" I exclaimed, and shoved past him into the restaurant, my cheeks turning red, and I couldn't stop my smile which was illuminated by Andrew's humorous remark. I didn't even turn to look at him and could hear him laughing behind me.