The Girl I Met In December.

Chapter Sixteen.

Chapter Sixteen.

Turns out Ashby could stick to one thing, it just happened to be wrong thing though. The thing I didn't want her to stick too, she wasn't going. No maybe about it now.
Trust me, she had made it quite certain. Jaynie had left half an hour ago with a pumpkin, a spider and now a realistic, bad time for entering a room vampire all with buckets in hand but not before Jaynie still gave us a big speech about how not kill ourselves while she was out and all that's lovely, cheerful jazz which we just nodded too.
Oh, and she left a notepad full of numbers; like the president's because you know can't find a bottle of water, everyone thinks, 'hey let's call the president, he can help us for sure. And things that we should and shouldn't do. I swear she thought we were seven not seventeen.
Then she left with them giggling their head off about to go into the night and return with a sugar rush no doubt. While Ashby sulked her way back into her room while I went to get ready.
I have to say I made one hot dead dude, if dead dudes could be hot that is. Definition in the dictionary for hot dead person, Donnie Caraway.
God, maybe their freakiness was rubbing off on me or Sam's cockiness. As I continued to smudge the last of the grey stuff on my face I realised just how blue my eyes looked against the grey face paint. Ha, who would've thought it.
After that, I left my room and dumbly knocked on Ashby's door. Yep, just as I thought n reply. I slid the door open a crack and stuck my head round.
She was sat at her desk with her earphones in. Her room was dark now, only one lamp was turned on by her desk and was wearing a long pair of light grey joggers that she would no doubt slip on if she wasn't careful and thin-strap, white vest.
I crept up behind her, why I crept, I don't know because she was listening to music so she couldn't hear me anyway before leaning down behind her resting my chin on her shoulder, feeling the strap digging into my chin but I didn't mind. She jumped looking up before seeing it was me then returned back to her drawing; it looked weird and I wasn't quite sure what it was. It was brilliantly drawn but like I said, I had no idea what it was. Carefully, I pulled out one of her ear phones before placing my hands on her hips. Well check me out Mr.Confident tonight.
Guess parties made me get my game on.
I breathed in before speaking, the smell of sandalwood making my body inside and out all tingly.
"You sure you won't come with me?" I spoke with an almost sad tone, being careful to not get her grey paint on her.
"Hm, I've got lots of homework to do and then my bed is calling me, I'm afraid" She smile slightly still sketching her art work.
"Fair enough but you'll regret it" I told her again, pushing against her slightly making her sway for a moment.
"Go. Go have fun, you muppet, before you miss it all. I'll let you know if Jaynie come back early or anything" She laughed a little, I looked down at her face and watched her eyes soften as she look back down to the pencil lines. Ugh, I wish she would come to this stupid party with me but I couldn't force her too. Maybe I should stay here with her? Then again the I thought of Sam and his none stop whining about me not going entered my head.
Yeah, it was probably best to go.
"Thank you, gorgeous. I owe you one" I spoke trying to be excited to convince myself to still go as I pushed my lips to her cheek quickly. Definitely had my game on tonight, either that or Jaynie spiked my food with some sort of confidence drug- yeah I highly doubt that.
"Go on. Get off" She laughed loudly, pushing me away playfully causing me to grin wildly as went walked out the room again.
Though a sigh flooded out my mouth, I had to tell her, she needed to know. Twisting back round I found myself hanging awkwardly in the door way like I did the one time before the bed-wetting incident.
"Ashby?" I said. She turned around to face me her eyes bright against the lamp behind her. Man, how I wish she was coming with me, I felt terrible for leaving her all by herself in a house this big but it was her choice I wasn't going to stop her and I don't think she would even if I did. Stubborn just like me.
"Yeah?" She spoke gently as she eyed up my outfit, probably now realizing how sexy I was as a dead person. Jesus, I hated my ego. She took her other ear phone out and placed it in her lap so she could pull her hair over her one shoulder again because pieces had escaped. The curve in her neck screamed me to kiss it. I wasn't that much on my game to do that but this was it. I was going to tell her.
"Donnie what's wrong?" She continued, giving me her full attention, concern seeping out across her face.
"You have grey paint on your cheek" I grinned before full on chuckling as I left the room.