Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Fedora Boy // Part 5

I woke up at 7, changing and drinking some water, then tidied my living room a bit. I got in my car, driving to campus.

I was texting Michael all morning until he had to go just before 10.

"Class dismissed."

I put my phone in my pocket and headed to my car.

On the way home, I stopped to get some chinese food from the store. I haf just gotten home and finished my food, when The doorbell rang.

"One minute!" I yelled to whomever was at the door. I had no idea when Ashton was coming, all I knew was it was going to be after 10:30. I checled the stove clock, 11:00.

I opened the door, "Hi, Ashton."

Ashton smiled and came in. "Good almost afternoon, Rachel. Starbucks? I got you a Carmel Ribbon Crunch."

Sneaky, I didn't even see him with them. We sat down and talked with the Starbucks, and when he got up, throwing them away, I checked out his outfit.

He was wearing an ACDC tank, jeans, a red plaid button shirt undone, and a black fedora. Hmm, interesting. I hate to admit it was undeniably attractive. 

"What are you all dressed nice for?" I asked, curious as of his answer.

"What, I can't look nice to pick up a guitar?" He flirted.

I smiled, "You look good in basically anything already."

Ashton smirked. "Oh, now, do I?"

I giggled, I didn't mean to say that out loud, but I guess it just kind of happened. He was right in front of me.

"So is that a yes?" Ashton said, kissing me.

"Ashton," I said. "I can't."

"What?" He said. "Oh, yeah, Michael.. right. Right, sorry."

"No, don't be. I should've stopped you."

"But you didn't...?" He questioned me.

I sighed, he wasn't making this easier. 

"You two aren't official yet, are you?" 

"I-" I actually didn't really know.

"Oh, you don't know yet. But you can't call him because he's tracking and running errands today, so. Unless he answers if you call him." He said, suggestively but also like he was portraying two ideas. One, of which sounded really nice and tempting but the other is what I really want. But I neeeded to confirm.

"I'll call him." I said, grabbing my phone, on speaker so we both could hear.

"Rachel," Michael answered. "I can only talk for a second, I'm about to start tracking."

"Um, Michael, are we like dating?" I asked.

"Um," he said, I imagine he was shrugging. "Actually-"

"Michael, come on, we need to get this going. We don't have all day, dude." Luke.

"Sorry, Rachel. I have to go. But not yet. Bye." Michael hung up.

"Well, it looks like you're not. So me kissing you is still in the book." He smirked.

I smiled. "I have to admit, Ashton. You are really attractive." He was smiling, alot. "But I kind of really like Michael."

"Oh, shush." He said. I smiled, and he kissed me again, and again.

And, again. 

"Wait," another. "What about the guitar?"

"It can wait," he said.

"No, we should take it out now so we don't have to worry later." 

"Are you avoiding this sexual situation?" He asked.

I laughed, "I want to but- dammit, Ashton just do it."

"Fine," he sighed and got up, getting the guitar in his hands. I got up and opened the door for him, and went out to his car.

On the way back inside, we saw a familiar looking car go by, but it turned out just being some random person, so we went back inside and shut the door.

"Now, where were we?" Ashton asked, with a sexy as hell smirk, and started kissing pecks on my neck playfully while I giggled.

"You're going to need to take off your hat," I said.

He pouted, "Awh, do I have to?"

I nodded, "Mhm."

He shrugged it off, and leaned over kissing me, his hat falling off. He laughed, "Is that better."

I kissed him again, and he kissed me back, then started to kiss my neck until my house phone started ringing, and we let it go to voicemail, which read outloud. "Hey, Rachel? Um, as you probably know it's Hazel. I'm on my weyhey to your house. Should be there in about 3 minutes. Alright, Bye."

Ashton and I kept kissing, then i realized what the message said. "SHIT! ASHTON."

"What," he breathed, and continued kissing my neck. 

"Don't stop," I wanted to say, I think I might have. "She's going to be here in like 5 minutes."

"Well I guess we'll have to hurry up, then," He smirked and pushed me against the wall, hard. My god, this is not going to end well.

He kissed my lips, hard, then my neck, and I took off his plaid shirt and felt his muscular arms. Wow. Drummers got arm. He started going up my shirt, as the doorbell rang. "Shit."

He picked up his fedora and his shirt, and went to the bathroom to fix his hair. I quickly fixed all of mine and answered the door, "Hi, Hazel. Join the party. Asthon's here, he's in the bathroom."

"Um, yeah." She came in. "We're going on a double date."

"Michael's-" My phone rang; speak of the devil. "Hey."

"Hello, gorgeous. What do you have planned?" Michael asked through the phone. 

I smiled, "Actually, Hazel wants you and I to go on a double date tonight."

"Okay, cool. I'll be at your house in about 30 minutes then." He agreed.

"Ok, cool, see you then." I hung up.

Ashton came out looking better than he had when he got here.

"Ashton, you have to go home, now. We have to get ready," I said a little abrupt.

"Alright, bye." Ashton said, waving and walking out to his car, leaving.

"I can smell the sexual tension." Hazel said as soon as he left.

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah, basically."

I sighed and put on a skater dress that looked nice but still casual. Because it wasn't a fancy place.

Michael arrived at my house and we got in Hazel's car, and picked up Sam.