aces baby - a.i

ch.10--favoritism

devs pov

"But, what I don't understand is why you the goalie can use their hands and everyone else can't. Favoritism much?" I say, peering down at the blonde, Irish boy, who just so happened to think football was better than volleyball.

"No! It's just a position. It's their job!" He tugs at his hair.

I give him a look.

"Being an outside is a position, but I'm allowed to set." I fight back.

"You're impossible, Matterson." He shakes his head.

"But I'm right, aren't I?" I give him a cocky stare. He tries to keep his lips in a pressed line, but a smile overcomes his features and he lets out a beautiful laugh.

Peter had taken Margot home about 15 minutes ago. So much for baby sitting, I guess.

We moved from the front yard into the back yard, as I was staring up at the dark night sky, scattered with twinkling stars.

The night was dark and had a beautiful white noise of the city. We were splayed out on picnic blankets just thinking and occasionally bickering. Niall was to my left

and Harry to my right.

I stayed on my back and just let myself close my eyes.

I felt a warm hand grab my own.

ashtons pov

My hand feels really warm. (a/n heehee)

I sit my head on the head board and shake off the water. Who put my hand

in water?

I hear a faint whispering.

"Did it work?" A voice, Calum, broke the silence. I rub my eyes.

"Nope." I respond, deadpan.

Calum walks in in his pajamas. He scratches the back of his neck.

"Oh em-Hey Ashton! Why are you up so early?" He asks, although clearly acting.

"Felt something weird on my hand. So, want to explain?" I cut to the chase.

"Explain what?" He asks in a deep voice.

I give him a look.

"Fine. I read that if you stick someone's hand in warm water they'll pee."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. It probably has to do with the temperature of-"

Idiot.

"No, why did you do it to me?"

He sighs and sits on the edge of my bed. I see faint bags under his eyes.

"Luke's been pretty sad since, um, since, you know." He stutters.

"Katherine." I say.

"I was just looking for a way to make him laugh, you know?" He looks up at me and I faintly smile.

"I hate seeing him like this." He admits. Luke's been really down since last night. He didn't want to come to this party after the show (but no one was really feeling it) and we didn't want to leave him and have him do something stupid.

He has yet to eat or leave his room. We've tried getting him out but I think we need Michael to apologize. He didn't come home last night.

"I hate seeing us like this." I respond honestly. These guys were my brothers and I hated seeing them (well, us) fighting.

Silence follows.

I stare down at my sheets amusedly, forgetting the mood.

"Well I don't think it worked."

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