Scrunching my eyes, as I let out a yawn. My vision is still blurry because of sleep. My eyes immediately focused on the clock hanging on the wall. It's 10:11 am. What the? I slept that long?
Hurriedly, I took a bath and brushed my teeth. I changed into a white shirt and a yellow shorts just hanging below my thighs. I carried my feet downstairs
And I was stunned to see Ashton watching television. I made my way to the kitchen and no one was there.
"There's food in the microwave!" Ashton yelled from the living room.
I immediately opened the microwave and I wasn't surprise to see the left over pizza from last night. Pizza for brunch?
I saw an apple on the counter table, that'll be good. I grab it and took a bite. I sat down next to Ashton who is watching something, I don't know of.
"You woke up late" he states. Still focusing on what he is watching.
I bite my apple and watched too.
Mean Girls.
He's watching Mean Girls.
"You like chick flicks?" I ask, trying not to laugh. I thought guys like to watch violence or some sort of disgusting views. But I was completely proven wrong. A nod from him is what I get as he says "yeah, I think it's cool"
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After several hours, I'm left alone in the couch, not doing anything.
Ashton left to take a shower, so i'm alone
*ding-dong!*
I stood up from where I was sitting to answer the door. Just as I was about to turn the knob, the door went open. Since it's a push from outside it literally knocked my head.
"Ow!" I let myself groan in pain, it really hurts. I placed my fingers on the knocked part and felt a bump. Oh shit.
"Shit! I'm sorry, are you okay?" I hear a familiar voice speak.
Luke.
Shit Luke.
I look at him, and he looks worried and somewhat confused.
"Ow!" I yell, because he tried to touch my head which got hit by the door.
"I'm sorry!" he apologizes.
"Shit.. I got a bump" It actually formed a bump, did it really hit that bad? I hope I don't get a mark on the forehead.
"I'm so sorry!"
"Aaaahh!" I yell, and smack him on the head. This is all his fault.
"Ow.. ow. stop!" he complains.
"This is all your fault!"
"I said, I'm sorry" he tries to make up for it.
"Sorry doesn't make the pain and bump to go away!" yelled me, which followed a smack to Luke's arms. "You rang the door bell, I try to open it. Then you fucking pushed it open! that's wrong man! I was supposed to open that damn door!"
"Okay. I know, I know. I'm sorry" he says sorry again.
"Ugh"
I was surprised with what he did next, He grasped my face and kissed my forehead. He kissed my forehead.
I felt heat rush through my entire face, as he let go.
"W-wha--" my tongue can't even speak properly.
