The Ashton Project

Chapter 9

(A/N) FETUS MICHAEL CLIFFORD SAYS THANKS FOR READING

Taylor's POV:
I'm in the movie theater with Ash. We aren't paying attention to the movie at all though.
I watch as our bodies become entangled in each other. I want to throw up.
Then I awake.
I blink startled by the bright light of my room.

Wait.

Did I just dream about Ash and I making out in a public place?
Unfortunately I know that the answer is yes.

I place my head in my hands. What is going on with me? And "Ash"?

I thought we hated each other.
Although, I guess Ash has a reason to hate me.

I get it, I can be pretty loud and bossy. Though David tells me all the time that he loves that about me.
So what is (or was?) Ash's problem?

As for my problem with Ash, the list could go on and on...

•he has been bullying me my whole life
•he's incredibly insensitive
•immature
•has everything handed to him
•he drinks

That's not even half of the reasons I could hate Ash. Except yesterday at the movies...

He was so kind, like the way I see him with other people. And then there is that dream...
But whatever. The whole point of even trying to get involved with Ash was to get rid of Sam.

Or was it? While things between me and Ash were always rough, I did always wonder what it would be like if we had a "ceasefire agreement" like we have now.

It doesn't even matter. After this month
Ash will go back to hating me and our truce will be over.

I can't get attached to this. Anytime I get attached to anyone the end up turning on me.

Except David.

I remember that I haven't talked to David since that bus ride home.

I don't even really understand what's going on between us or if he's mad or something.

I grab my phone and request a FaceTime call.

I am met with no answer. I hastily text David.

Are we okay? When you see this text be sure to call me.

I hope he's okay. Things have been sorta tense in his home as of late.

He told me that his mom has started drinking again. That she's been coming home at two in the morning and that he's worried.

I pray that something horrible hasn't happened.

I leave my phone in my room and go down stairs to see what food I can find.

Bree is eating cereal at the table. She gives me a hopeful smile.

I give her a small smile in return. "Hey Bree. How's it going?"

She shrugs. "Things are great at school. I got the lead in our schools production of Fame!"

I pour some Frosted Flakes in a bowl and join her. "That's great! Hey...um...you know Ashton Irwin right?"

"The one that was at our house all time when you were elementary school?" Bree asks.

I laugh a little. "Yeah I guess so. Well he asked me out."

Bree squeals. "You said yes right? Cause if you didn't, I might."

I smirk. "Isn't seventeen a little old for you?"

"In like five or ten years or something it won't be weird. And stop trying to change the subject!" Bree says.

"Okay okay. I haven't decided yet. Up until like this week or something we had a sort of truce thing and I don't know how long it will last." I say.

This is ridiculous, I'm going to a thirteen year old for romance advice, I think to my self and laugh.

"Does that matter? Live in the moment Taylor!" Bree says dramatically.

I tilt my head, smile , and look at her. "When did you get so mature?"

Bree rolls her eyes. "You sound just like Dad." But just as she says it she regrets it. Her eyes go wide and she starts to say, "Wait, I'm-"

Before she can finish, I take my cereal and walk out of the room and up to my bedroom quickly and silently.

I'm fuming. I can't believe she would bring up that man. The man who said that if Bree was born he would leave us.
That Bastard abandoned us.

I'm still buzzing with anger as I see that I have a text from Ash.

hey can we talk?

I groan and throw my phone on my bed.

I decide that I'll text him back after a shower when I'm not so hyped up on anger.

I look around my bathroom and spot a bath bomb. I must have gotten it from a birthday or something.

I could use a little bit of pampering at the moment. I put Fall Out Boy at max volume.

I remove my clothes and slip into the bath tub that is now filled with purple foamy water that smells like lavender.

I close my eyes and the rest of the world disappears.