Ashley's POV ~
I sat on the edge of the bed watching some random show one of the boys had turned on. One by one they changed into their wetsuits while I waited patiently. I was wondering what they expected me to wear since I didn't really have my wetsuit on hand at the moment. Picking up my phone from the nightstand I noticed that it had died. Just my luck.
It wasn't long before Drew, the last one to get the wetsuit on came out of the bathroom I stretched to my feet. Grabbing all our belongings we then left the hotel room since they lived nearby. Apparently, before the fans bombarded them they were carrying bags full of clothes and other necessities because they were going to start their tour early. However, the fans sort of...well, stopped that plan.
"So what am I going to wear?" I asked quietly not knowing if it was a stupid question or not.
"Where do you live Ash?" Wes answered my question with another question. I hate when people do that. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. Sumerging my irritation I turned to face Wes with a confused gaze.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked a bit harshly since I didn't just give my address out even if they were famous.
"Well we don't have any extra wetsuits and since you said you surf I assume that you have one at home. We kind of need your address to pick it up," Wesley answered back with a hint of irritation in his voice. I felt stupid for not catching on and I wondered if it made me seem like a blonde despite my dark hair color.
"Oh, um yeah. Here," I grabbed the pad of paper supplied by the hotel and wrote down my address in neat, easy-to-read handwriting. Drew snatched the paper before I could hand it to Wesley who seemed to be waiting for it.
"I know where this is!" Excitement laced Drew's voice as we headed down towards the lobby area.
We all rode in a silky black sports car with Wesley and Drew in the front leaving Keaton and I in the backseat. Wesley decided to drive after a small dispute with Drew about who would drive. The ride wasn't too bad besides the awkward silence that I'm pretty sure was brought on because of my presense. About half way into the ride Wesley cranked up the radio to break the silence of awkwardness. Wesley drove up into my driveway revealing my small, white house. It wasn't all that bad to look at, but it did have it's flaws. For instance some of the white paneling was starting to crumple and peel away from the house. One of the windows had a large crack through it from last Christmas when the christmas tree fell on it.
From outside I could hear my Australian Shepherd, Scooter yelping from inside. For some odd reason he always knew when I was home. It was like an instinct that I still didn't fully understand. As quick as I could I hopped out of the car so I could get into my wetsuit. I figured the faster I got into my wetsuit the quicker we could get to surfing. I was hoping my parents weren't home since it'd be difficult to explain why I was prancing around in a bunch f guy clothes. Opening my garage door I noticed that both of my parent's vehicles were parked in the two-door garage that was attached to my house. I also noticed Willow's skateboard lying near the steps indicating she was also here. Great. Just Great. Before I opened the door I took a deep breath knowing that as soon as I went inside they all were going to bombard me with a billion questions that I knew I couldn't quite answer.
As quiet as I could I turned the nob and entered my house. Despite how silent I was Scooter came racing to me barking as loud as he could.
"Shhh!" I scolded Scooter, but it was too late. When I looked up my mother, father, and Willow were staring straight at me with large interrigating eyes searching for answers. Of course I was staring back at them with an 'Oh shiz' look. The only one who looked cheerful and happy was Scooter who was leaping all over me. His tongue was licking my hands and arms as I tried to push him away.
"I can explain.." I said even though I really couldn't. They'd never believe me even if I did tell them the truth. Who would?
"You better because you obviously weren't at Willow's house. She made that very clear for us!" Okay they were pretty pissed off. Not good. Is it too late to back out?
"Look..I told you I was staying the night at a friend's house. I never said it was Willow's house," I snapped back hoping they would just leave me alone. Scooter ran down the hallway like he saw something even though there really wasn't anything there.
"Oh, so you have some other friend you didn't tell me about that you supposedly spent the night with last night?" Willow snarled with a voice full of sheer anger making me wince. I've never heard her so angry before.
"And why are you wearing those clothes?" My father questioned as he noticed Wesley's shirt and Keaton's pants on my body.
"They're not mine.." Of course they weren't mine, but I couldn't tell them exactly who these clothes belonged to. One they'd think I'd gone crazy and two Willow probably would think I was mocking her.
"Well I'd hope they weren't yours. They are a little too boyish for you!!" Willow yelled back at me, "Whose are they anyway?" Her temper started to ease with curiosity.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." I couldn't make eye-contact.
"Try us," My mother ordered.
"This is Wesley Stromberg's shirt and Keaton's pants," I gave them the answer they were so obsessed with hearing. All three of their faces turned over to confusion rather than anger.
"What?!" My father said even though I'm pretty sure he had heard me the first time. Just then someone came through the door behind me. It was Wesley with Keaton and Drew behind him. I swear Willow about killed me when she pushed past me and sprung herself onto Wesley. Wesley hugged Willow back with a normal facial expression like this sort of stuff happened all the time. Well, it probably did happen all the time, but that wasn't the point. I guess we're not going surfing anymore...
