― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

6

"Ashton, it's like 4 o'clock in the morning! What the hell do you want!?"

"Really it's only noon here,"

I froze. That was not Ashton's voice.

"MICHAEL CLIFFORD! MIKE-RO-WAVE! Cliffoconda!?"

"What was that last one?"

He fucking laughed. It wasn't anything like Ashton's signature giggle, but it was just as attractive.

"Yeah, it's me I stole Ashton's phone, but you seem cool so I'm putting your number in my phone,"

Being a Mashton girl, I was dying.

"Oh my gosh really?"

"Yup! You seem really cool, Little Miss Fangirl,"

My heart stopped momentarily.

"You ok?"

"Just peachy,"

I laugh again. Ashton is lucky she dialed the wrong number. I almost wish she'd called me instead.

"Is your leg still in its cast?"

"Uh huh, still struggling to not fall because of my crutches, though,"

He laughed again. I almost fainted again.

"Well, Little Miss Fangirl, I'll have to call you later,"

"Aww ok, I'm so glad you stole Ashton's phone,"

"So am I,"

And with that he hung up. I can't believe I was friends with Michael fucking Clifford and Ashton fucking Irwin. My life was turning upside down.