Skinny Hips // Ashton Irwin

twelve // do you wanna hit it, too?

//Annie//

When I woke up, I was alone. I knew Ashton couldn't have gone far considering this was his house and his bedroom, so not worrying about where he had run off to, I climbed out of bed. 

The house was warm and the carpet kept my toes toasty beneath me. Not feeling bothered to find a bra or new clothes, I grabbed one of Ashton's t-shirt's from his side of the wardrobe and pulled it on along with a pair of my own shorts, and slipper socks.

I trudged down the stairs to the even warmer part of the house. To my surprise, though, I didn't find Ashton. Instead I found Luke and Michael sat on the couch, a blunt being rolled between them.

Michael looked up at me as I entered the room. I leaned against the door frame, inhaling the fumes of the past blunts smoked. "Where's Ashton?" I asked, getting Luke's attention too.

"Him and Cal had to go get notes for school, they won't be long," Luke told me with a smile. "Come sit, sleeping beauty."

I giggled, taking a seat on the carpeted floor on the other side of the coffee table. "How much of that stuff do you smoke?"

"Not much," Michael shrugged, "only two or three a day. Wanna smoke with us?"

"I've never smoked weed before. What's it like?" I questioned, tilting my head slightly in confusion.

Michael and Luke shared a look as Michael finished rolling the blunt. They both turned back to me and said in unison, "You'll love it."

I shrugged and agreed, seeing no harm in doing so whatsoever.

Michael took six puffs, and then Luke did the same, and then passed it to me. "You know how to inhale, right?" he asked.

"I've been smoking for two years, obviously I know how to inhale," I laughed. For a second, I stared at the perfectly rolled item before putting it between my lips and inhaling. It tasted different to the cigarettes I smoked, obviously; it tasted better. The feeling it gave me when I inhaled was better. I took five more puffs after that one, and then I passed it. 

The blunt got around to the three of us once more before I got to kill it, dropping it in the ash tray. After that the feeling I felt was indescribable. 

"What do you think, babe?" Michael asked. 

"I'm enjoying this," I laughed. 

Luke, who was sat next to Michael on the couch, scooted over a bit to make room before nodding at me to come and sit between the two boys. The ground was uncomfortable; I was aware of that, but part of me believed taking a seat between the stoned strangers was a bad idea. I agreed anyway, standing from my uncomfortable, hunched over position on the floor and falling into the squishy material of the couch between Luke and Michael. 

Michael rested his hand on my knee while Luke pulled a bong up from beside the couch, hidden behind a plant perfectly. He sat it on the table and began to set it up while Michael spoke quietly in my ear.

"So, you and Ashton?"

I sat back a bit, my vision becoming blurred for only a second before I was able to catch sight of Michael staring at me. I giggled and shook my head.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"We were in the kitchen the entire time, darling," Michael whispered in my ear, rubbing his thumb over the rough skin on my knee.

I lifted my head from the point I was staring at on the ground and stared at Michael before shifting uncomfortable and moving slightly closer to Luke. I nudged his side accidentally, getting his attention.