supposedly lazy days were the best days, yet ashton felt like he was wasting away his time without doing anything productive. the boy was always on the go, finishing one task just to move the next. at work he managed to finish a complete weeks worth of tasks in a day or two.in all fairness his job wasn't all that challenging for him but more time consuming than anything. reading page after page of printed black words on paper and being taken to a different world each time he picked up a new stack of paper while marking down the mistakes with a chewed on pen and scribbling down side notes on the sticky notes.
ashton had a job as an editor at clifford's publishing company. he never dreamed of actually recovering such an amazing job, the job of his dreams, because it would've taken years to work up to the position he had, but thanks to his best friend he met in college, he landed ashton a job at his father's publishing agency; one of the best.
he worked every week day from ten to three, sometimes getting off at noon if he managed to get through two stories. the job accompanied a lot of work with it but everything about it boiled down to being worth it. ashton loved reading the stories he was handed everyday, choosing what happens to which.
ashton chose to stay home today instead of going to work. he was struggling to get out of his bed today, not because any particular reason but the weather outside was increasing growing colder by the day and rain beat down upon the window like bullets against metal. today simply felt like a lazy day, so ashton called in sick, feeling a little under the weather.
he only wished bryana was here, it'd been two weeks since she left for bali and he hadn't heard much from. she'd been caught up in a web of endless photo shoots along with some of the other models and ashton taken the time to do a little extra work and straightened up the apartment some.
nights got really lonely without her next to him. each night was a movie night as they bundled up in their bed with hot chocolate filled with tiny marshmallows and whip creamed drizzled with a little chocolate syrup. bryana always made the best hot chocolate and ashton craved it so much.
he rolled over on his side, sniffing through his stuffed nose as he struggled to get a little air in his lungs. great. he would have to breathe through his mouth all day. he simply wanted bryana here to take care of him and cuddle, she always begged him to take a day off and spend it with her.
she would be profoundly impressed if she walked into their apart, seeing ashton bask in their blankets and beg her to come cuddle. he would have to be sure to do so when she returned from bali, but for while she's gone he was alone and miserable without her warm body to press into his side and her long, soft hair falling everywhere just for ashton to play with.
he would most definitely spend a day with her, holding her and giving his princess anything she wanted. sadly, he was alone no matter how much he wanted company.
over the spam of the past two weeks ashton spent most of his time either cradled up in his office with a coffee in his hand and reading or out with michael, getting drunk off their asses, well michael getting drunk while ashton sipped on his one drink for the night. michael spent countless nights with countless women and men, bringing them home and promising something more than one night stand while ashton sat back and watched.
every few days an unknown number would message ashton simply saying 'hello' or 'hey beautiful'. he never bothered replying, figuring the person would get the hint and that they were obviously given the wrong number. somehow, they just haven't picked up on it.
he couldn't help take pity on the person as well, it sucked to be rejected. ashton was rejected so much growing up, he actually received the name 'reject', mocking how he could never actually get someone. ashton simply wanted to laugh in everyone's face who called them that because his gorgeous girlfriend was a model and soon to be fiancé hopefully.
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KIWI | LASHTON
Fanfictionunknown: because daddy would love to see you in those panties baby ashton: stop calling me baby! plus, i would never call someone daddy. i am the dominant one. - © 2017 wastethemalum