Arsen (Editing)

Picturing Ashton In His Birthday Suit

MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL!! Or whatever you celebrate!!

I hope your day was absolutely fantastic.

Here's a lil Christmas Present for you lovelies.

-Melxx

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I stood outside of Arsen and Ashton's apartment, fuming. I can't remember, ever, being this angry. The only thing I had heard from Arsen for three weeks was that he needed to stay away from me 'for my own safety'.

Imagine my surprise when people I have never talked to in my life, came up to me to ask me if Ashton and Arsen were really having a party tonight.

Imagine my humiliation when I knew nothing about the party. Then the girls, who I had never talked to in my life, walked away excited because it looked like Arsen Brooks was 'back on the market'.

I mean, why else wouldn't Arsen's own girlfriend know about his party?

I pushed open the door to the apartment and there was most definitely a party going on inside. The music blared through Ashton's giant speakers, people were dancing on each other, and the distinct smell of weed and alcohol wafted through the air. Lots of people were half-dressed and covered in sweat. I tried to avoid them as I made my way though the herd of people, ducking under arms and sliding between bodies.

I tripped over someones foot and was caught by a strong pair of arms, who quickly steadied me.

I looked up to see who came to my rescue and was surprised to see it was Zane who held me in place.

"Zane?" I shouted over the music, in disbelief.

"Amelia!" He yelled back, a big grin coming over his face. "I'm glad you came, hey I wanted to apologize."

It took me two-seconds to realize he was drunk. He was slurring his words and swaying on his feet. It was a wonder he was able to catch me and hold me in place.

"Uh, thanks?" I managed to say to Zane, who seemed like an affectionate drunk.

"No really," He told me, slapping a hand to my shoulder and pulling me in for a tight hug. "I am so sorry I was such a dick to you, you worked so hard every day to hold our boy together." Zane started crying, I could feel his shoulders shaking and hear his sobs.

"It's fine Zane!" I tried to assure him, awkwardly patting him on the back. "Release me and we can call it even. Please. I can't breathe."

Zane instantly released me and I took a deep breath of air. I turned away from Zane and ran in to one of his henchmen, Marcus, I think was his name.

"Amelia!" He cried, slapping me on the back. "I was just about to leave to go pick up more alcohol from my buddy Chris' house. Do you want to come with me?" He asked, his eyes wide, and his words also slurring.

He was wasted too.

Marcus dangled his car keys around my face and I grabbed them from him. "Wow Marcus, what a cool key ring!" I complimented, slinging and arm around his waist and dragging him towards the sofa. "This key ring is just so cool, you don't mind if I look at it do you?"

Marcus shook his head no, quickly, and I pushed him down on to the sofa. He grabbed a throw pillow and curled up to it, nearly falling asleep on the spot.

I grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and slung it over the gigantic man-child who was now sleeping on it.

I started to make my way to the kitchen, planning on dropping Marcus' keys off in a safe place where he wouldn't be likely to find them unless he was sober, and managed to swipe a few more car keys from the drunken mass of people who suddenly had an urge to go for a joy ride.