The Jerk Next Door

Chapter 2 (rewritten)

It was nearly two o’clock in the morning when Ashley came stumbling into my room as I was watching The Walking Dead on Netflix. “What’re you doing in bed ssssooo early?” she slurred, obviously drunk.

I rolled my eyes at her, “Go to bed, Ash.”

She stumbled over to my bed, “I’m not tired,” she fell onto my bed, eyes half shut.

I chuckled at her, “You’re drunk Ash, go home.”

She looked around, “I thought I was home.”

I laughed, getting out of bed, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” I helped her walk across the hall into her room. Then into her personal bathroom to help her get cleaned up. I washed all the makeup off and got her into pajamas before getting her into bed before saying goodnight and going back to my own room.

Not even five minutes later I heard the sound of hard-core puking. I heavily sighed and paused my show, knowing that Ashley would need me. I hurried into her bathroom and held her hair for her as she finished puking the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. The smell was so bad that I had to plug my own nose to stop myself from joining her. I wasn’t mad, or even surprised that I had to help her in her drunken state. This sort of thing happened often enough where it wasn’t a surprise. She helped me when the roles were switched and I was the one getting my hair held by her, so it was only fair that I helped her.

Once Ashley was cleaned up for the second time and in bed once again I gave her a hug, “Goodnight Ash.”

She smiled, eyes closed, “Night Em. Thanks for helping me.”

I smiled and nodded my head, before starting to walk away, but as always, I was stopped again. “Oh, Em?”

I turned around, “Yes?”

“That Justin kid was asking about you. Said he wanted to get to know you on a ‘more personal level,” Ashley said, using her fingers as quotations.

My eyes widened, then I got angry and let out a humorous laugh, "Yeah, like that's going to happen." 

 "I don't know, he's kinda sexy," she smiled a drunken smile and giggled with her eyes shut.

I laughed at her drunkeness and shook my head, "Goodnight Ash." And with that, I left her room, leaving the door cracked a tiny bit.

  The next morning I was standing up against the island in the kitchen drinking coffee and going through my Twitter timeline when Ashley stumbled into a seat at the breakfast bar, clearing nursing a hangover. I held back a snicker and covered my smile by taking another sip of the hot liquid in my cup, "Goodmorning Sunshine, how're we feeling this fine morning?" I asked sarcastically.

  Ashley held up her middle finger at me and narrowed her eyes at me, "Fuck off." 

  I grasped my heart, faking hurt, "Such language. And to think I got you breakfast." 

  She slightly opened her eyes upon hearing this, "What kind of breakfast?" 

  I took a finished off my coffee, then shrugged before taking my empty cup over to the sink. Ashley jumped up from her seat and scurried over to me, "Did I mention how much I love you today?" 

  I snickered at this, "You're such a bullshitter." I looked over towards a bag on the counter and watched as Ashley's eyes followed my gaze. She caught on and practically attacked the McDonald's bag. 

  She opened the bag and took out the contents, "i love you, i love you, i love you," she repeated over and as she hugged me. 

  I laughed, "There's a frappe in the fridge." Then left the kitchen before I got attacked anymore.

         Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon i was in the middle of unpacking the last box of mine and Ashley's belongings when Ashley walked through the front door, smile and all. "What's up with you?" I laughed at the content state she was in. 

        "Oh, nothing." She pretended to be innocent, making me suspicious. 

    "What'd you do now?" I asked, knowing something was up. 

"Wellllll," she brought out the 'l.' 

"Ugh, just tell me already," I stepped away from the box, preparing myself for what was to come.

"I was just next door." 

I stopped her, "Please tell me you mean at the tolerable neighbor's house and not at," I paused, "Bieber's."

She immediately looked away, telling me something was up, "Ashley!" I yelled, causing her to jump.

"What?" She asked, playing dumb.

"Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid," I looked at her expectantly and sighed once I didn't get an answer, "What'd you do now?"

She took a moment to answer, "I just, I invited Za and Justin to dinner tonight."

"Here?!" I basically screamed.

Ashley nodded her head, "I thought it was only fair, since they invited us to their party yesterday and all."

I sighed heavily, "You know I hate him! Why do you always have to do this to me?" 

She looked almost sorry, almost, "Come on, Em. You know how much I like Za. Why can't you just put up with him?" She gave me the puppy-dog eyes, "For me?" 

I sighed, knowing that I'd cave in, I always do when it comes to Ash, "Fine, Ashley. But I'm not cooking. It's all on you." 

Her jaw dropped, "That's so not fair!" 

I took the now-empty box with me and walked out of the room, calling behind me, "You invited the asshole here, you cook for it." 

Ashley called after me, "Where are you going?" 

"To treat myself to Starbucks, I'm going to need it." 

I heard her gasp, "Bring me back some!" 

I smirked, knowing I'd piss her off, "Nope! See you later. Get cooking!" 

The last thing I heard was Ashley grumbling to herself before I closed the front door behind me. 

I arrived at Starbucks in my newly-bought Range Rover, thanks to my parents. They had bought it for me a few months ago back when I graduated High School, full-scholarship and all. I smiled as I walked into Starbucks, remembering how proud I had made them of me. I was to start up my first semester at Stanford University this Fall. I decided on taking online classes since Stanford is over 5 hours away from Calabasas and I didn't feel like driving all that way every day. This way, I only need to Stanford's campus once a month to meet with my adivsors. 

I walked up to the cashier, ordering my usual Caramel Machiatto before finding a seat to wait for my coffee in. I found a seat next to a window so I sat down in a seat. My name was called so I picked up my coffee and left. 

When I arrived home I walked straight into the kitchen to see how Ash was doing. She looked up from her phone at me and shook her head, throwing her hands up in anger, "I give up! This stupid recipe makes no sense! I'm just going to order pizza!" 

I laughed at her distress, "Good idea." And with that, I walked away. 

About half an hour the doorbell rung and Ashley was still no where in sight. I sighed and got off of my comfortable position on the couch. Sighing, I opened the door to be met by the one person I couldn't stand, Justin Bieber. 

He smirked his cocky smirk, "Miss me, babe?" 

I shook my head and walked away. This should be fun. 

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Hi guys, i redid this chapter because i wasn't happy with the old one. Sorry, i just thought that i was making them move too fast in the old chapter, so i just decided i'd do the whole chapter differently. i hope you like this one better.

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