Scars, Suicide and Australians

Pissing My Pants and Jealousy

Ashton's POV

I may or may not have fallen for Ana.

Ana's POV

We were at the boys house, watching Michael and Skip play video games. It was probably one of the funniest things I've ever seen. They kept trying to steal each others remotes and tickle each other.

Luke grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room. I winced and muttered a quiet ouch. He glanced back at me then kept pulling me, until we reached the kitchen.

"I know." he said, mysteriously.

"What do you know?" I replied

"You like Beau and he likes you back."

I laughed so hard I was crying and I almost pissed my pants. He gave me a funny look.

"Beau.. and... I...are.... just.... good.....friends...." I said, hardly able to choke out my words.

"Then why are you constantly flirting with him?" he asked, sounding frustrated.

"It's a joke... Why does this matter? You jealous?" I smirked.

"What? Jealous? Me? Pfft. What would I be jealous of? You? Haha." he laughed.

Well that was a blow to my self confidence.

"Are we done yet? My friends are waiting for me in the other room." I said coldly.

He looked surprised by the attitude in my voice.

"S-sure."

I smirked, and strutted away in what I liked to call "my sassy white girl walk".

After we'd gone home that night, I made sure to empty my stomach. Maybe Luke hates me because I'm fat?

Luke H's POV

I've fallen completely and utterly head over heels for Becky. Absolutely every part of her is perfect. I'm just so nervous about asking her out, because she's way out of my league and she'll probably turn me down anyway.

Ana's POV

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was go and brush my teeth. After last night my mouth tastes disgusting and my teeth feel ew.

I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and body. I got out and wound a towel around my hair, then pulled on a fluffy dressing gown. I cleansed and exfoliated my face, then walked back to my vanity and moisturised.

Quickly, I pulled on leggings and a thin flannel. I walked across the hall and whacked on Becky's door, then just let myself in.

"What the fuck could you possibly want?" she snapped.

"Have we got anything planned for today?" I asked, purposely ignoring her pissy mood. If she was annoyed, it was for a reason.

"Not that I know of." she replied, this time more calm.

"Thanks." I said walking out.

'Are we doing anything today?' I texted Beau.

'You can come round if you want? We aren't busy. We can just hang out all day, play video games, watch movies, chat and eat?' He replied quickly.

'We're in!' I shot back.

"BECKY WE'RE GOING TO THE BOYS FOR A LAZY HANGING OUT DAY!" I screamed.

"I'LL BE READY IN THIRTY MINUTES!' She yelled back, sounding stressed.

I walked over to the vanity, sighed and just pulled my hair in to a ponytail. I didn't bother with too much make up, just concealer where I desperately needed it and a thin layer of eyeliner on my waterline and lash line.

Walking over to my drawers, I grabbed my thickest, warmest, fluffiest pair of socks and swapped my flannel for my biggest jumper which just so happened to be Skip's dirty pig jumper which I "borrowed".

I sprinted down the stairs and grabbed a glass of water, gulping it down in one. Lazily I walked back over to the stairs, climbed up and walked over to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth again.

"READY?" I yelled

"READY." Becky screamed.

I walked out the bathroom at the same time she walked out her bedroom.

She was dressed in a thick black All Time Low jumper (which I was pretty sure used to be Luke H's). black leggings and fluffy socks. She had thrown her hair back in to a bun, and had minimal make up one like me. Decorating her nose was a plain silver stud.

As I looked at her feet and she looked at mine, we both realised we had forgotten shoes. We rushed back in to our rooms and emerged ten seconds later, wearing identical pairs of black combat boots.

"TWINNING!" We yelled simultaneously, collapsing into giggles.

Once we recovered, we walked downstairs, locked the house and walked the short distance to the boys house. We just let ourselves in, took our shoes off and followed the yelling to the living room.