― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

40

A/N: BAM straight in the PAN

The kissing progressed into a full blown make out.

It was like we were trying to fit in all the kisses we could've shared during the time we broke up and now.

We arrived back at the house and entered as quietly as possible.

A few giggles and kisses were shared here and there, but over all we were quiet.

We expected to be able to tip toe upstairs and sleep, but we did not anticipate was a half-sober Michael sitting on the couch watching TV.

Ashton and I froze in our tracks.

Michael must've heard something because his head shot up and his eyes landed straight on us.

"Where the fuck were you two?"

"Um..."

"Well you see..."

"We sorta went to..."

"The truth is we..."

"We went to the Biodome,"

"Without me?"

I tried my best not to laugh and the true sadness in his voice.

"You were drunk you still are partly intoxicated,"

Michael waved a hand at him.

"I am perfectly sober! Tell him, Nikki,"

"Michael, you're watching Teen Mom 2,"

"So?"

"Usually when you're up late you watch SpongeBob,"

"You've gotta point there..."

I snorted, "Come on, off to bed."

He didn't fight but I knew he didn't want to sleep.

I got him into a bedroom and was about to close the door when I heard his sleepy voice.

"I know you and Ashton kissed,"

I froze and slowly turned around, but just like Blake he was out cold when I turned around.

I went to find an empty room, but, lucky me, there wasn't an empty one.

I decided to scoot in with Blake, who was sleeping soundly in the room farthest from the stairs.

I closed my eyes and was sleeping in minutes.

I woke up to an empty bed. I assumed Blake had already gone down for breakfast.

I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Michael, Luke, Calum, and Blake sat at the table quietly discussing something.

"Hey guys!"

They all jumped in their seats and replied nervously.

"Hey..."

They all said the word in unison.

I shrugged off their abnormal behavior and opened the fridge to look for food.

"The others aren't awake?"

"Not yet,"

Michael replies but does everything in his power not to look at me directly.

Again, I ignore his weird behavior and sit down to eat the Poptarts I had found in the cabinet.

The table is completely silent except for the almost inaudible sound of crunching.

Blake looks over at me.

"Nikki, we need to talk,"