KIWI | LASHTON

「 four 」

hi it's been so long and i'm so sorry x

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"ashton," a loud voice snapped annoyedly, ringing through the man's ear as he slowly lulled out of his restful sleep.

ashton whined, rolling onto his other side, moving towards the middle of his king size bed. half awake and barely able to register anything filtering through the room and his mind, he coddled himself with bryana's fluffy comforter as he attempted to return to his deep sleep. with a crooked smile on his face, he began to dream of the ocean.

two large hands grabbed at his arm, shaking his tired body and whining body. the half awoken man squirmed away as he scooted closer to his girlfriends side of the bed, and he grumbled about letting him sleep for another five minutes. something he said only ten minutes ago as well.

"ash, c'mon you'll be late for your doctors appointment and bryana will kill me," the loud voice grumbled again. the bed dipped as a heavy weight climbed onto it, rolling ashton's tired, limp towards the weight on the bed. "i swear to god, irwin. if you don't get your ass up i'll drag you to the doctors myself."

ashton frowned as he rolled over, his rimmed red, puffy eyes fluttering open. he glared at best friend through a thick, unbreakable scowl. he never had been a morning person, and his best friend was aware of his sleepy, irritable state in the morning. but bryana was twice as worse when michael caved into ashton.

"i'll have a cup of coffee for you to, completely back to give you that god awful taste you love," michael said, grimacing with his one of his nostrils scrunched in disgust. he peeled the grey comforter from his best friends tired body, ruining the cozy, warm cocoon his best friend made while sleeping.

"can you turn on the shower?" ashton asked, his voice rough with sleep as he sat up in his bed, propping himself up against his pillows that were thrown around weirdly on the bed; he had an impossible task of getting comfortable last night. "also, make my coffee with two spoons of sugar and the coffee creamer bry gets that you love!"

he had shouted to his best friend, grumbling about how he better get this treatment in return when his own ass was sick. the curly haired boy watched his best friend disappear into the bathroom, hearing water stream down seconds later. a happy grin plastered to his face, the first one in a long while, as he stretched his legs out.

the brunette checked his digital clock on the night stand near his side of the bed, sighing as it read ten thirty-two in the morning. for the first while in the course of a few weeks he hadn't woken up to rush to the bathroom to puke in either the sink or toilet, which ever he got to first. this morning started out well for the first time since bryana left.

ashton trudge to his closet, his unmade and very messy bed with his destroyed cocoon left behind. he searched through his closet of overly expensive clothes in search of something fairly comfortable to his doctors appointment. looking through all his jeans and suits he came to the conclusion he had nothing comfortable that was slightly decent to wear.

with all his disregard out the door for appearing slightly presentable, his eyes landed on a pair of gray nike sweats. he grabbed the pair with a random hoodie in hands, stalking towards the bathroom michael had yet to come out of. he barged in, the door slamming against the wall, ready for his shower, but he screamed loudly at the sight of his friend.