Dance Lessons (ashton irwin fanfic)

My Lesson

I skimmed the channels on the tv. Calum's hand connected to my cheek, as he poked it repeatedly. Boys get along with girls quite quickly. I am still a little shy, even though I'm getting used to them. It's just my third day, and I still have like 28 or 27 days of June. But what if it goes by fast. Then I could say I only spent five seconds of June. Oh I am too funny.

"Poppy, do you want some toast and vegemite," Ashton shouted from the kitchen. People think I'm weird since I'm British and never had tried vegemite. It looks just gross. "I've never tried it," I shouted back. Michael ran into the living room, his mouth gaping. "What kind of Brit are you?"

I giggled, "Just a different one." Ashton came in with a piece of toast that had something nasty looking spread on it, and another piece of toast that looked as if chocolate was spread across it. "Try the Nutella first."

"Which one is that," I said, looking strangely at the toasts. Ashton picked up the chocolate one and handed it to me. I nibbled at the crust before fully putting my mouth over some of it. I chewed it, swallowed it, then smiled. "That's great," I giggled.

The boys were all crowded around me, Luke picking up the other piece of toast. "Now this one is Vegemite."

"Why is it spread so thinly," I asked Luke. "It's salty." I tried it, and spit it straight back out. "That's freaking disgusting!" They were all laughing their jolly asses off, as of I, trying to get the taste out. Toooo SALTYYYY.

"You guys are jerks," I stated and ran up to my room. Hey, we can play a game. See how far they will go for me. I heard pitter-patter, the sound of their feet. I stood at the door, my ear pressed to it. "Poppy, we're sorry, we should've warned you it was strong," Ashton whispered. I stayed quite.

"I'm really sorry, Poppy please let me in," Ashton whispered again. I bit my lip softly. He started knocking, repeatedly. "I shouldn't have laughed," Ashton groaned.

"WE'RE VERYY SORRY," Calum shouted through the door. A little too loud, I might add. I couldn't decipher the whispering they were doing, but I did hear foot steps going away. I ran and plopped onto my bed. Grabbing my phone, I checked through the messages from my parents, and brother, Jaxon.

I heard a sound at my window, and not even a second later Ashton rolled in.How the hell did he get through the window? He sat on my bed, giving me weak smile. "Erm the guys and I are real sorry."

"It's fine I was just pretending to be mad," I smiled. "Shit, I thought I was going to have to write a song for you to forgive me," he chuckled. I like the way he laughs, his head rolling back, his dimples popping out, his eyes forced shut, the veins in his neck showing. And his smile is great too.

"Well, I better hit the hay," I said sleepily. "Well, goodnight Poppy, sleep well, and don't dream about me," he said with a wink. I just giggled and waited for him to shut the door. I closed my eyes and was soon asleep.

"Come here Poppy," Ashton said with a smile. I stood up, walking over to him. I sat down on his lap, facing him. My legs wrapped around his torso. "Can you kiss my forehead?" My lips lightly pressed against his forehead. "Can you kiss my nose?" I leaned down again, kissing the tip of his nose. "Can you kiss my cheek?" I did as told, his cheeks turning a pink shade. "Can you kiss my lips?" It was getting serious now, I leaned down for the last time, pressing my lips against his. As I pulled away, he asked, "Can you fall in love with me?"

I woke up, smiling and blushing crazily. Shit, you can not like Ashton. Or Luke. Or Mikey. Or even Calum. Fourth day. I stood from my rather warm bed, and slipped on some sweats. Brushing my hair out took all of two minutes, due to my long blonde hair. I walked out the door, running straight into Cal. Cal in a towel. Are they trying to make me suffer. "S-sorry Calum." He winked, and walked towards his room.

When I was down in the living room, Ashton ran in, picking me up. I flailed in his arms, "Let me down!" He giggled, "No!!!" Then I was thrown onto a bed, which must be Ashton's. I took in the surroundings of his room, which was quite neat. I looked at his drum set. I don't believe it's the one he uses on gigs. It's blue and black, and looks used.

"Why did you bring me in here Ash?" He picked up some drumsticks. "For your first lesson."

"Come sit on this drum stool," Ashton said pointing to the metallic black stool. I sat on it, and waited for his instructions. "Start a beat," he commanded. I started a simple 1-2. "Now tap your foot, and hit this," he said pointing to the other side of the drum. I hit it once, and watched him wince. "You need help," he giggled. I joined in, but it felt really weird being alone with him.

He came up behind me, pulling up another chair. His arms wrapped around mine. I could feel his muscles flexing over my frail arms. Poppy you can't act so flirty around him! He grabbed my wrists and started to move them to a beat. "See it's not that hard," he whispered. I smiled and stood, watching him bang by himself. Shit, did I say bang? I meant to say drum.

He's actually very talented, way better at drums than dancing. That reminds me, "Ash, we've got another lesson!"