The Mix Up (Ashley Purdy Love Story)

Special Man

I was beyond angry. My hands shook with barely restrained fury as I stalked through the house, eyes narrowed as I searched for the asshole I called Ashley Purdy. I could hear him snickering from somewhere in the house, probably laughing at my failed attempt to find him, and it angered me more.

“Ashley,” I growled in a low voice, standing in the middle of the living room. “I’m giving you five seconds for you to come out.”

All I heard was laughing.I counted to five in my head before turning on my heel, grabbing my purse, and stalking out of the house. I slammed the door shut behind me, just so that Ashley new this wasn’t a game anymore, and stalked towards his car. I had made sure to sneak his car keys into my purse earlier in the morning and now I was more than grateful that I had taken them from the drunk.

Once I was in the car and had driven three streets away, I pulled to the side of the road and grabbed my cell phone. I scanned the numbers before clicking on one that I had come to know as familiar.

“Hey, Lexi!” Morgan Hunter boasted through the phone. “What’s up?”

“Sorry for the short notice but can I come over? Ashley is drunk and I can’t stand to be near him.” I groaned out, resting my head against the window.

“Sure thing, here are the directions.” I loved how she didn’t ask any more questions.

Then I realized that she had probably dealt with a drunk Ashley more than once. I flicked the blinker on and drove towards her house, trying to keep this morning out of my head. I wasn’t pissed, per say, but more annoyed. I get that Ashley was sad that his grandparents left but that gave him no right to get piss drunk and act like a complete asswhole. If I thought Ashley was a complete jerk sober, that was nothing compared to him being drunk.

I parked next to the familiar Impala and slammed the door shut, my pent up anger leaking in any way it could. I slung my purse over my shoulder and headed towards the bright green front door, having to bang five times on it before a smiling Morgan opened the door. Music blared from inside and I could smell cleaning chemicals.

“Hey! Come on in, Andy’s just going over the new album.” She shouted, leading me further into the house.

“Does it have to be loud?” I screamed.

Morgan simply shrugged and headed towards the left where her kitchen was. There was a mop thrown carelessly against a cabinet and half of the floor was wet; I figured she had been mopping.

Morgan and Andy’s house was definitely a crazy mix between the two. The living room was all black furniture and a huge plasma TV nailed to the wall. The kitchen was a light blue color with warm brown cabinets, definitely a product of Morgan. The hallway had been red with pictures of friends and probably family as I had seen a small boy on Andy’s lap – probably his brother. Roses of different colors were in a vase on the kitchen table and I placed my purse next to it, sitting on a chair that had a good view of the living room and Morgan.

“How’s your day?” I asked loudly.

I could see her visibly sigh, “Horrible. I woke up at one, couldn’t sleep, so I decided to clean the house. I woke Andy up at five and now he’s in a cranky mood ‘cause he didn’t get his “beauty sleep.” That man does not need any more beauty sleep.” She snorted.

I laughed at their antics, breathing in the calming aura of the room. It was a big change from this morning and Ashley screaming at the top of lungs, effectively waking me up at six. It seemed like no one had slept this morning.

The music suddenly got louder before going back to its muffled shouting. I looked up as Andy walked into the kitchen wearing only sweats. He ran a hand through his mused hair and blinked in shock when he spotted me sitting there.