Bella POV
I woke up with a massive headache. I sat up in bed, and smelt coffee brewing. When did I even get home last night? I check the clock next to my bed reading 11:30, in those red annoying numbers. Wait. FUCK! ITS 11:30! I jump out of bed and go to my bathroom and start the shower. I strip my shorts that I had on last night, and begin to take off my annoyingly tight shirt. I get poked on the back scream and fall back into someone. I begin to scream again when a pair of hands clamp over my mouth.
"Bella, shut the fuck up!" It was Ashton. I relax and he drops his hands. I spin around to face a shirtless Ashton, with his hair was all messy.
"What the fuck is going on?" I ask. Im going to be super late to work.
"Um, well you got completely shit faced last night and I drove you home and put you in bed." He shrugs his shoulders.
My head throbs with every word he pronounces. It doesn't fucking help that he's so loud, god damn.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," I rub my temples.
"Hold on." Ashton leaves the room, and comes back seconds later with a pill and a glass of water.
"Here, this should help." He shoves the items at my face. I take them from him, swallow the pill and drown the glass of water.
"Ashton, can you leave i'm, um trying to shower?"
"Oh, right. I just noticed that you have no pants on." He blushes, but keeps standing there.
"ASHTON! GET OUT!" He runs out of the bathroom.
What the fuck am I going to do with this idiot? Dear god. I strip my shirt, underwear and slip into the steaming hot water. The water runs down my aching back. I close my eyes and stand there for a minute, humming to Girls by The 1975. I hear something crash outside of the bathroom. I just shake my head and scrub in some shampoo. I finish washing myself and shaving my legs. I turn the water off and wrap the fluffy towel around my body. I step out onto the damp tiles. I open my door and I see Ashton laying on my bed looking at his phone.
"ASHTON!" I scream and he throws his phone across the room. I crack up, my towel begins to slip and i tighten it around me."GOD DAMN IT BELLA!" I crack up even harder, and pull my towel tighter.
"Ashton get out so I can get dressed."
"Oh, Bella, I called my dad and said you're not going in today."
"No shit Ashton, its like noon." I just shake my head and go to my closet. I grab my robe real quick and go to the bathroom to slip it on. It will be easier to find something to wear when there is an Ashton in the house who could come in at any moment. I walk back out, to Ashton still sitting on my bed. I ignore him and walk over to my closet. I open it up and grab a pair of leggings and a Blink 182 t-shirt. I go to my dresser and pull out a bra and underwear. I turn around and Ashton is still on his phone so I throw my bra at his face and the cup lands right on his head. The girliest scream I have ever heard came from the talking bra. He throws it next to him, and looks at me. I eye him and then he looks down at the bra. He picks up the bra and smells it.
"ASHTON!" I gape.
"What, it’s clean, I don't want it." he throws it back at me and I walk into the bathroom. I pull on my undergarments, my leggings and the Blink 182 t-shirt. I run a brush through my long brown hair, apply some mascara and brush my teeth. A knock comes from the door.
"You can come in, i'm not naked."
Ashton walks in with a cup of coffee in his hand, and hands it to me. I thank him and take a big drink. Bad mistake, its burning. I spit it all over the mirror and Ashton is dying, while I have my head sideways with my mouth under the faucet. I stand back up, and smack Ashton.
"OW! What was that for fag!" he whines and rubs where I hit him.
"Because you didn’t warn me its fricken hot."
"Well you should have used your common sense, if you have any."
"You're making my head hurt, what do you need?" I rub my temples.
"I have to piss."
I move over and leave the bathroom.
"MAKE SURE YOU CLOSE THE TOILET LID!" I scream as I go to clean up my room. I straighten up and then move to the living room. Its like a fucking bomb went off. Why is there food everywhere. Oh my god. There are blankets all over my couch. Wtf is happening? Spongebob is playing on my tv, I leave that on and clean up Ashton’s mess.
"Hey, sorry about the mess. I was going to clean this up, but you beat me to it."
I pull a banana peel off the glass coffee table and wave it in front of Ashton's face.
"What the fuck?" I pick up the cheerio box and bowl full of milk off the table and walk over to the kitchen. It was an even bigger mess.
"ASHTON!" I scream and he comes walking to my side.
"What?"
"What? My kitchen looks like a tornado came through. What have you been doing all morning?"
"Um well, I tried making breakfast and it failed."
"Uh I see that." I look around the counters and find a space for Ashton's stuff to place down.
"Go sit down, I will clean this up." Ashton suggest.
"Ugh fine." I walk to my bathroom and pick up my coffee and bring it to the couch. I sit down and snuggle with blankets and watch some tv. I hear a faint singing in the kitchen but I just turn up the tv.
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I know this is really short, im sorry.But its just a filler chapter!
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