More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Not Over Yet

Ashley's POV:

Ashley,

Sorry, I had to leave in the night because the guys were being jags and wanted me home. Text me when you wake up so I pick you up and you can get your car back. Love you.

-Mitch

I wake up to find this note carefully placed next to me, written on a napkin. I read it carefully before stretching and getting up, realizing that I'm not on the couch, but instead in my bed. I smile a little before looking down and seeing that I'm still in my dress from last night. I get up to shower, but I'm reluctant because I feel like I can make the date last longer if I don't change. I shake my head. Of course I would be so afraid to lose any trace of the night's events. Too many a time had I have realized how quickly a good thing could be lost and forgotten.

It'll be different this time though, I think. He said he loved me. No one ever says they love someone if they don't mean it, or not at least how he said it. I just shake my head again before taking off my dress and going into the shower. 

I'll be seeing Mitch again today, so it can't be over yet.

Mitch's POV:

~Last Night~

I was woken up last night to the constant buzzing of my phone. I tried to ignore it, but then I was afraid it would wake up Ashley, who was sleeping right next to me, so I decided to do something about it. 

Carefully, I removed my arms from her sides, which at first was extremely difficult. The first time I tried to move, she just turned around and subconsciously snuggled deeper into my chest, of course making my heart melt and not want to leave. I wasn't normally one to think that kind of stuff, but she really did just look adorable. It took me a minute, but I eventually did break free, and I saw her shiver as our bodies lost contact. I silently cursed myself and Jerome for forgetting to record today, which was the reason I was leaving in the first place. I started to tuck the blanket in for her, but then decided better of it and carefully lifted her up to bring her into her bedroom. She was surprisingly light, and I made the entire trip with ease, her not even stirring. Again she shivered when her body hit the cold mattress, and I was overcome with yet another pang of guilt and regret. I decided to leave her a note, but when I searched for paper, I couldn't find any, so I settled for a napkin. I carefully placed it next to her, hoping it wouldn't fall, and left.

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~Present~

"Wow, it only took you about seven hundred million years to get here!" Jerome complains as he answers the door. I just roll my eyes at him and walk inside. I was already pissed that I had to leave in the first place.

"My god, if i had known you wanted to hit second base on the first night and sleep in the same bed with her-oh well I guess the second part is nothing new but still! Look at my Benj, all grown up!" Jerome muses. That was just the cherry on top. Jerome knew that both Ashley and I were virgins, so of course he would bring it up, along with the fact that we've shared the same bed multiple times...for multiple reasons.

"First of all, you need to shut up, second, shut up, and third, shut the hell up." I say, storming into the kitchen to get a redbull for the night. I was surprisingly tired. Jerome seems to finally note my frustration.

"Mitch, did the night go okay? Did everything turn out alright? Is that why you're so...pissy?" he asks. I soften a little at his concern, but then fire up again as I remember the real reason I'm upset.

"No, actually. The date went fine. Fantastic, even. And then you had to go and-" I cut myself off as I see a smug look cross Jerome's face. Then I realize, it's not only on Jerome's face, but also on Adam, Brice, Quentin, and Tyler's as they come out from where they've been listening in. 

"Ooh, is this some Mashley romance I smell? Did big bad Jerome take Ashley's prince away from her?" Adam says, smirking with a ridiculous face he sometimes wears. I can't help but laugh a little.

"You assholes." I say, smiling a bit before going up the stairs to record with Jerome.

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"NOOO!" I yell as Jerome kills me with his iron sword. I bang my desk as he laughs.

"Aw Mitch, did I spoil your fun?" he asks, cracking up. I feel my face turn a little red although no one can see it.

"Shut up you jag." I say, running my character around the lobby. 

"Well, I'd like to thank you all for watching me spoil Mitch's fun, I mean...winning the Hunger Games! Make sure to click that like button if you enjoyed the video, I know I did. How about you Mitch?" Jerome says, interrupting my quiet fumbling in my seat.

"Oh yeah, totally. I love getting pounded on by a bacca. It makes you smell like Parmesan cheese afterwards. It's actually really nice." I say.

"You know, I never knew that. Maybe I should try getting pounded on by a bacca more often...anyway, you can check Mitch's channel out down in the description, he smells like Parmesan cheese now apparently, and also, subscribe for more!" he says.

"Take care!" I add in before ending my recording. 

"OK, homie. I'm going to edit and head off to bed. G'night." Jerome says, ending the call. I sigh and start editing the video as quickly as I can. It was supposed to be uploaded last night, and now it was 2 am in the morning. 

I finish and upload at about 2:30, so I decide to head off to sleep.

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After eating breakfast the next morning, I tell Jerome I'm heading out to pick up Ashley.

"Back for round two, I see." he says, smirking. I try to ignore him, but feel myself blush a little. Why was he getting to me? He has teased me about every other girl I've gone out with before, why was Ashley any different?