Ashton’s P.O.V
*After Sophie left her bedroom*
I exited Sophie’s bedroom in hopes of remembering everything that happened last night. I stepped into the bathroom, stripped and then turned on the shower. I slowly begin to step into the steaming hot shower, as the hot water collided with my skin all of the tension that was built up inside of me. I close my eyes as the hot steam envelopes my body, I start to think about what all happened last night. It was all just a giant blur; I could only remember the things that occurred before and after my arrival. I can remember going to the club with Sophie, meeting the boys, then everything goes fuzzy, and then I remember Sophie taking me back to my house, but I think she was too tired to attempt to drive out that far so she took me back to her place instead. I grab the shampoo bottle, and squeezed the bottle causing the shampoo to spill out on my hand; I rubbed my hands together and then began to massage my scalp. As I was the shampoo suds off me the little streams of hot water trickled down my back. I couldn’t get Sophie out of my mind; I loved listening to her talk her voice sooths me. When her and I hang out just seeing her smiling face, gets me going. There is no denying, I just don’t know if I should tell her or not; I mean we have known each other for such a long time and if I tell her my real feelings then our friendship we had could go into turmoil.
I turn off the shower and wrap the towel around my waist and walk back to Sophie’s room. I see a bunch of clothes sitting on the edge of her bed; I walk over there and see there’s a note sitting on top of everything.
“Hey Ashton, I remembered that you left these here from the last time that you spent the night here. I had washed them just yesterday morning. Hope you enjoyed the shower!
From your best friend, Sophie.” That letter made me laugh, I threw on the outfit that Sophie had placed on her bed for me, and then I wrote a song. The smell of pancakes rose to my nose as I sat down on the bed putting my shirt on. As I walked down the stairs the smell grew, before any of my other senses registered their presence. The harmony smell of the fried butter reached my nostrils and attacked my brain with the mouthwatering images of the warm, fluffy goodness. I walked into the kitchen to see Luke and Sophie having some sort of pancake mix fight, and singing a familiar song, I think that they were both unaware of my presence. I walked back down the steps that lead from the kitchen to the living room and then walked around so I could walk though the dining room instead, this allowed me to sneak behind Sophie and allowed me to grab a plate. Right after I set down my plate on the table, I ran back in there to get some syrup but as I walked back in I am pretty sure I saw Luke and Sophie kiss. My mouth dropped open, as I took the syrup off of the countertop and just stood there.
*Sophie’s P.O.V.*
I can’t help but laugh, seeing Luke, with his body and face engulfed in flour, it’s almost cute. SHIT did I just call Luke cute, no, he’s not cute, he is rude, mean, and the reason why I have all of these damned hickeys on my neck… but then again, he’s different now, he’s not the same guy that I met at the club. After our fight was over he and I laughed in unison, I threw the powder in his face one more time, which caused Luke to wrap his arm around my waist pulling me in close to him, chest to chest face to face. We were breathing in each other’s breath, as Luke leaned in and kissed my lips. I could have sworn I saw Ashton stick his head in here, I grabbed Luke’s chest and gave him one good shove, so he was completely off of me. Ashton walked into the kitchen and grabbed the syrup off of the counter beside Luke and me, then he stared at Luke and I, he kept looking between Luke and I switching between the two of us.
“Morning guys, Luke what are you doing here? And why are you guys so messy?” Ashton asked in a monotone voice, as he sat down at table staring at his pancakes.
