gold rush || ashton irwin au

vii.

A/N:

Sorry it's short!

And sorry for the long wait!

Hope you enjoy this chapter, my little butterflies. :)))

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~Chapter Seven~

“So, what Spencer did to you was pretty horrible, wasn’t it?” Ashton said, sliding into the booth next to me.

We were at my favorite coffee shop. It was midnight. I nodded. “Yeah, he’s a jerk. It’s okay, though.” I looked over to Ashton. He was staring at me. I smiled slightly. “I’m over it.”

“Good,” was all he said, before he closed the distance between us once again and gave me a long kiss. He pulled away, biting his lip. “I get jealous easily.”

“Great, we have that in common.” I smirked. Ashton grinned, kissing my forehead. I looked up at him. “What are we, Ashton?”

“We’re whatever you want to be,” he replied smoothly. I rolled my eyes.

“We just met,” I pointed out. He shrugged. “I think we need to get to know each other better.”

He nodded in agreement. “Okay…we can get to know each other right now.”

I rolled my eyes once more. “It’s going to take longer than one night to get to know each other. So that means no kissing, or anything.”

He immediately pressed his lips to mine sloppily. “Hmm, I don’t know. That’s going to be hard.”

I scoffed. “It won’t be that hard. I know I’m practically irresistible, but c’mon. At least try and control yourself.”

Ashton laughed at that. “I guess we’ll find out if I’m capable. So, tell me Jules, what’s your favorite food?”

I laughed. “I already told you. It’s cheesecake.”

Ashton frowned. “Oh right. Well then, what’s your second favorite food?”

“Tacos,” I said, not even thinking about it.

“That was fast. You seem pretty sure of yourself, there.” He winked.

“I like food.” Was all I said.

“Fair enough.” He paused for a moment, trying to come up with a question. "Favorite song of all time?"

"Hmm," I thought for a minute. "Probably Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne."

"Nice," Ashton replied, nodding in approval. He was about to ask another question, I could tell, but just then, my phone rang.

I sighed, tapping ’accept’ and pressing the device against my ear. “Hello?”

“Julie!”

I groaned. “What, Spencer.”

Ashton rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Whatever. I guess I kind of forgive you. I’ve moved on.”

“Moved on?” He asked. I looked over at Ashton, who was sitting there looking annoyed and irritated.

“Yes. I’ve moved on.”

“Come on, Jules. Why don’t you come over and we can make up for lost time. If you know what I mean.” Spencer said suggestively.

I scoffed. “You’re disgusting.” Then I hung up.

“Woah,” Ashton said, whistling. “What was that all about?”

“He’s just being perverted.” I told him. “Okay, next question?”

“What are some of your favorite bands?” He asked after a minute of thinking.

I thought for a moment. “Y’know the old-ish stuff. Nirvana’s my favorite. I also like Pink Floyd, The Ramones, Fountains of Way—”

He cut me off by placing his lips back on mine. He held my face in his hands, caressing my cheek while the other held my neck. We pulled apart breathless. “Girls who like old bands are insanely attractive.”

I blushed, looking down at my hands. Quietly, I said, “you aren’t supposed to do that.”

“But what if I can’t help myself?” He whispered.