Don't Cry ➳ a.i

[nineteen]

Author's Note:

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*Ashtons POV*

I woke up covered in chips and with Taylor next to me. I smiled. She was so beautiful, with her lips slightly parted, and pieces of hair covering her face. I carefully got up and brushed the chips off of me.

Once I cleaned them up, I headed for the door. "What are you doing?" a tired Taylor asked. I must've woken her up when I was messing with the bag that the chips were in.

"I'm going home." I whispered, walking back towards her.

She sat up. "But I want you to stay here."

"I don't know... My mom might get worried again." I said, sitting next to her.

"She got worried last time you stayed?" she asked, with a confused expression on her face.

"Yeah. She always thinks I'm trying to commit suicide." I laughed a little.

"Oh. But please? Just for tonight?" She pouted.

I sighed. "I guess. But tomorrow we get to do what I want to do."

She smirked. "Okay."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me into her room as she turned the T.V. off on her way.

"Lay down." she commanded, pointing to the bed.

"Okay. Hold on-" I said, taking my shirt off.

She laughed. "I don't get what's so comfortable about sleeping with your shirt off."

"Oh yeah? Well it's super comfortable." I inched my way closer to her, and put my fingertips under the hem of her shirt.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Showing you that it is comfortable to sleep with your shirt off." I smirked.

She raised her eyebrows and took her shirt off without my help. My eyes traveled up and down her body, and she slapped my arm. "Lay down." she repeated.

I did as she said, and she turned the light off. I could see her figure in the dark moving towards me, and I scooted to the edge of the bed so she had room to lay down. She did, and she was freezing. "Holy cow! Your so cold!" I said.

"Sleeping with your shirt isn't so comfortable now, is it?" She asked, raising her eyebrows again. I laughed and we dozed off to sleep.

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*Taylor's POV*

I woke up the next morning with a warm Ashton beside me. I admired the way he looked when he slept, but most people would see it weird. His mouth was wide open, him snoring. The arm that wasn't wrapped around my waist was laying across the bed, and he looked completely reckless. I thought it was adorable. I saw that it was noon on the digital clock on my nightstand, and decided to wake him up, since he had promised me a 'fun' day. "Ash, wake up." I said, shaking his shoulder slightly.

"Hmm?" he said with his eyes closed.

"It's noon. It's your day to do whatever you want." I said.

"I want to lay here all day. And sleep. Without eating. Then when we wake up, we can eat a bunch of junk food." his eyes were still closed.

I considered his idea. "But I want to actually do something."

"Give me a blowjob." he said, still not opening his eyes.

"Ashton!" I yelled, but slightly laughed, slapping his arm. He finally sat up, opening his hazel eyes.

"Fine. Let's go." he said, getting up and grabbing his shirt, pulling it over his body.

I smiled as I also got my shirt on and we walked out to the car. I left a note for my grandmother on the counter telling her I was spending the day with Ashton.

We started driving down the road. "So. Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see." he smirked.

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Later, he pulled into the beach parking lot, which was empty.

"Ashton, it's Spring. The water is going to be pretty cold. Plus I don't have a swimsuit." I said.

"You said I got to choose to do whatever I wanted today." he complained.

"Fine." I got out of the car, as did he, and we walked to the middle of the beach, where Ashton took off all of his clothes except for his boxers.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and before I knew it, he had picked me up off the ground and was running me into the water. He stopped short at the shore line, and told me to take off my clothes. I did all except for my bra & underwear, and he pulled me deep into the cool water. He started to pull me out deeper, where I could not longer reach the sea floor. I felt like a popsicle, so there was no way I could swim. Since Ashton was taller, he was fine. "A-Ash," I said in between shivers, "I can't s-swim."

"What? Your telling me you can't swim? And your in high school? I'm pretty sure people frown upon that." He said sarcastically.

"I c-can swim, just n-not when I-I'm this c-cold." I said. Soon enough, he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and pulled me out even deeper into the ocean.