Dream // irwin

Fighting

When Josie and Michael left Ashton suggested we should go upstairs and make breakfast.

Right as we got upstairs Ashton whisper/shouts, "No! Wait! Do you want to ruin those clothes?" I look down and see I was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, and I didn't want them to be ruined.

Ashton grabbed my hand and dragged me downstairs again, to his closet, where he hagan to look for something different for me to where. He pulled out an 'All Time Low' tanktop, that was definitely too big for me to where. He threw it at me, and simply just pulled off his shirt leaving him in black sweats. Let me just say, he's incredibly attractive without his shirt.

I must've been staring because he turned away obviously blushing, causing me to smile. I slowly pulled at the edges of my sweatshirt, and lifted it over my head leaving me in a sports bra, and hoping Ashton wouldn't turn back around. I quickly pulled the tanktop on, noticing you could see my bra through the shirt. Oh well, I guess it would be ok, right?

Ashton turned back around and grinned, grabbing my hand again, and proceeded to drag me back upstairs. We walked into the kitchen and Ashton quickly plugged in his phone to a speaker and played a random song. I listened for a moment trying to recognise the song but couldn't.

"Ash, what is this song?" I ask confused.

"Unpredictable, it's one of my band's songs." He answers looking for something to make. "Pancakes!" He squeals grabbing the mix and looking for other ingredients.

"And we can run down the street,

With the stars in our eyes,

We can tear down this town in the dark of the night!" Ashton loudly sang along purposely off key.

"Idiot." I laughed.

"Just open the door we've got time on our side." He sang somewhat seriously this time. He poured the mix in a bowl not measuring it, and began to hunt for other ingredients. I laughed again and tried to help but he held up his hand basically saying to stop.

"And we can make it out alive,

Hey we're taking on the world,

I'll take you where you wanna go!" He sang, amazingly, might I add. He stored in some milk and went looking for a pan or something. I just sat there watching him in amazement. He then grabs my hand pulling me up from my seat at the counter and attempts to dance. I laughed as he tried to slow dance with me to the song.

"Ashton, this isn't a slow song." I say laughing.

He pouts and says, "Okay, but now will you help me make the pancakes?"

I laugh and jokingly roll my eyes before saying, "Yes." He smiles and begins to look for a pan to cook the pancakes in.

He grabbed a frying pan, but I shook my head and went looking for a skillet or whatever they're called.

I eventually found one, and we began to pour the mix onto the thingy, music still playing.

"Hey Ashton?" I asked when we were siting at the table eating the pancakes.

"Hmm?" He hums, his mouth full of food.

"Why don't you sing much?" I ask setting down my fork so I could have my full focus on him.

"I don't have that great of a voice." He shrugs. "Ashton, I heard the way you sang in your What Make You Beautiful cover!" I gasp surprised he would even think that.

"But that was so long ago, I've changed a lot, I don't sound like that." He says quietly.

"Oh come on! I highly doubt that!" I argue, my voice slightly raising.

"It's true!" He nearly shouted, his voice just barely a whisper compared to the rain that suddenly began to pour outside.

"Ashton, I can't believe we're going to actually begin to argue over something this stupid!" I say very upset with him now.

"Well, you've started it, and I don't think it'll stop!" He groaned.

"Ugh! Ashton!" I shout, frustrated with him.

"Brighton!" He shouts back.

"That's it, I'm done!" I yell jumping up from the table and running to the front door before looking back one time, at Ashton. Then, I opened the door and ran outside, forgetting it was raining, and me not caring. I was just really aggravated right now, and needed to calm down, and just go home.

Oops, they weren't supposed to start fighting.

-Rory or Hannah?