Chapter 8
Valerie’s P.O.V.
“Okay, what do we need?” I ask Ashton, grabbing a shopping cart. I push it forward through the automatic doors and Ashton pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“Well first of all, we need condoms.”
“Ashton-”
“No, I’m serious. Michael loves birthday sex.”
“What are you implying?”
“Not you. You’re my girl. No one else’s. Sorry if that sounds possessive, but fuck, if Michael so much as touched you-”
“Okay. Who is Michael gonna have sex with?” I ask, biting down on my lip.
“I don’t know. We throw parties like this every year. A ton of people show up. We don’t know half of the people who come, honestly.”
“Okay, so condoms.” I say awkwardly.
“And cake batter.”
“Cake batter.” I repeat. “Read off the whole list.”
“Streamers. Balloons. Paper plates, cups, and utensils. Frosting. Tablecloths. Like those cheesy, plastic ones. I need to get his present still…”
“You still haven’t bought his present?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Nope.” He says.
“Ashton!”
“Condoms should be good enough!” He whines. “Oh, we need Ibuprofen for hangovers tomorrow. And beer.”
“How do you expect us to get beer? We’re both minors.” I ask, turning down the party supply aisle.
“I’ll figure something out.” He says. “Maybe I’ll pay someone to buy it for us.”
I roll my eyes and grab some streamers off of a shelf. I grab some party hats and Ashton laughs.
“He’ll love those.” He says with a laugh.
“Get the balloons on the top shelf.” I tell him. He reaches up and throws them in the cart.
“Okay, now we need paper plates, cups, and utensils.”
“That’s down this aisle.” I tell him, turning down the aisle. “Are you gonna get anything else to drink other than beer?”
“No?”
“Yes.” I tell him. “I don’t drink.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I don’t like the taste.” I tell him.
“Have you ever been drunk?”
“People do stupid things when they’re drunk.” I tell him, looking down the aisle.
“Yeah, but sometimes it’s funny.”
“Not always.” I tell him. I grab some paper plates and Ashton throws a box of assorted plastic utensils in the cart.
“Condoms and beer.” He says.
“Cake batter.” I remind him. “That’s like, two aisles down.”
“Okay. Let’s go, then.” He says with a grin. We head to the cake aisle and Ashton grabs the cake batter he thinks Michael will like the best. He grabs some frosting and a box of cookies, which he claims are for the party, but I know they’re for him.
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Life In Technicolor || Ashton Irwin
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