No Worth

Morning

Ashley's POV 

When I wake up for the second time that morning, I'm still slightly shaken from my dream last night. Today was PAX. I try to get up and feel excited about it, but I know there's no use. I drag myself up from my hotel bed and over to the bathroom where I shower and take care of my other necessities. 

When I get out, I see it's 10:00 AM. I have to be at PAX in an hour. I wrap myself in a fuzzy white hotel bathrobe and dry my hair with a towel before letting it hang damp and loose. I pad over to where my suitcase is and flip it open. I dig through it untl I find what I'm looking for- a floral crop top that crosses in the back and hangs low at my shoulders, along with a chiffon black high-waisted skirt that stops a few inches above my knees. I slip both garments on and fix them to my liking. I walk into the bathroom yet again to do my hair, blow dryer in hand. 

Once I'm done, I finger comb my purple-ish hair, through all my wavy curls. I move on to makeup, applying the usual black eyeliner and even some soft red lipstick and mascara. I look at my reflection in the mirror, and practice my fake smile. It's funny how deciving people can be, showing rainbows on the outside but having a raging storm beneath. I use a smile to hide the monster inside of me, but I know it cannot be hidden for long.

I look away and pad back over to where my purse is, and pull out another one of my forms of deception-my depression pills. I take the usual dose and don't even bother using water to gulp them down. I don't need to, after needing them for such a long time. I close the small bottle and stuff them into my purse, as well as my anxiety pills.  Just in case I may need them later.

I sure hope I won't.

 Mitch's POV 

"Get up!" I hear a distant voice call to me. But I don't want to get up, I'm cozy. I snuggle deeper into the pillow I'm on top of and groan in protest.

"Mitch!" 

The voice becomes clearer, and I recognize who it is.

"Mitch! You lazy ass, GET THE HELL UP!" Jerome yells, throwing a pillow at me. I slowly turn over, moving my newly-acquired pillow out of the way as I do.

"What time is it?" I manage to mumble.

"It's almost time for us to go! You still haven't showered, or dressed! Christ, Mitch, you have fifteen minutes!" he finishes in an exhasperated sigh. My eyes shoot open and come into focus, seeing him dig through a sort of bag with the usual annoyed expression on his face at my laziness. I jump out of bed and hurry into the bathroom. On my way there, I hear a mumble coming from Jerome's direction that I barely catch.

"Fucking lazy asshole and your stupid sleep habits."

I smirk at his insult. He's right of course, I have terrible sleep habits and often have trouble waking up because of them, but I would never admit that directly to him, of course. He would just stare at me incredelously and say "Then why don't you change them!" 

I get in the shower and do a five-minute scrub before getting out, half-drying myself, and putting a towel around my waist. I then walk out of the bathroom and grab my clothes for the day.

"8 minutes." Jerome says from where he sits, on his phone as usual. I roll my eyes at him and quickly pull everything on. I'm wearing light jeans and the usual PowerMovesOnly shirt, Vans, and my signature red hoodie. I dry of my hair and give it a quick finger comb, just as I hear Jerome get up in the other room, signaling my time is up. I stroll over to the doorway just before he does, a triumphant smirk on my face.

"Ready on time as always." I say. And with that, we walk out the door.