The boy I fixed to break

Chapter 11

My eyes flew open as the constant banging of my door reached my ears

"Vanessa, honey, wake up!" My dad's loud voice came through the door.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, attempting to sit up when a sharp
pain shot through my back. I groaned and sat up straight. I was on the floor next to the bed, sleeping on two fat blankets. However soft the blankets were, it was not a comfortable place to sleep as the floor was hard and I wasn't used to it. All thanks to Ashton Burrow.

Oh my god, RIGHT. Ashton was in my room, sleeping on my bed, right now. And my dad was banging on my door.  If he had the slightest hint that a boy spent the night in my room. He'd murder both of us.

"Uh, right yes dad. I'm up!" I called back and stood up with painful difficulty.

"Good because your mom and brother will be home any minute."

Crap, I forgot. Today, my mother and brother come back from Amsterdam.
Mom had been on her book tour and my brother was at a show with his band.

My mom was an international bestselling author. A few years ago, random inspiration had come to her and she had set off writing a fabulous book series called Colossal. At first, it was her escape from the real world, a relaxing vacation... she would spend hours locked up in the study typing away and that had amounted to something. Now, Colossal was in demand world wide, almost on the same level as Harry Potter, translated into 50 different languages, 100's of fan fiction's written about Celeste and Andy. The main characters.

She was close to perfect. Trophy wife plus famous author plus amazing mother. She was a big inspiration to me.

And my brother, he and a few of his mates had formed a band a year ago and they turned out to be pretty good. They called themselves The Gig busters and had slowly risen to popularity. He had accompanied his mom on the book tour as it ended in Amsterdam, in which there was this big music event that his band had been invited to participate in. So both of them had packed their bags in the beginning of summer and were returning a week after school starts.

I hadn't seen them in 3 months and I was nervously excited. I had missed my mother so much... And maybe my twin a little bit too.

I mean, I hated that snot racket. He was the devil in disguise. But maybe you form some kind of special bond when your twins because a day after he went I almost broke down. I had missed him so so much. I was just so used to him being there all the time because we had always stuck together all our lives. He was even in my friend group.

And with all that is going on. I really needed his support. He would know exactly what to do about my dad.

"Yeah okay, I'll start getting ready" I said and then turned my attention to the sleeping boy in my bed.

"Ashton" I said, poking him. He must have mysteriously put his shirt back on in the course of the night as he was fully clothed (To my disappointment).

I got a muffled reply. "Ashton!" I poked him again, "Get up."

He stirred a little and then buried his face further into the pillow.

I didn't really want to do this but he forced my hand. I marched to bathroom and picked up one of the plastic cups,filling it up with water. Then I made my way back towards the bed and unflinchingly poured all of the contents on Ashton's sleeping face,soaking his hair completely.

He jerked awake, "What the fuck!" He sat up and rubbed his eyes furiously. Then opened them, spotted me and gave me one of his famous nasty scowls.

"Get up" I said, giving no reaction to his expression.

"I hate you." He growled and stood up from the bed.