Ashton and I had been friends since we were little, and we'd been in a proper relationship for 2 years. I admit, I was quite surprised that Ashton actually asked me out in the first place because if I was him I'd be afraid of ruining our very close friendship. Then again, not much could break us because we were-
"Fuck you Irwin!" I yelled as the nurf bullet hit my forehead, so I pulled the trigger of the nurf gun and hit him in the crotch, making him double over in pain.
"Don't swear," he managed to groan, "but on the other hand, fuck you too Rogers." He giggled, rolling onto his back and aiming the gun at me, so I walked over and knocked it out of his grip, tugging at his arms to get him to stand up. Ash gripped my wrists and pulled me so I toppled over and landed practically on top of him, so he gently pushed me off his body so I was laying beside him with his arm wrapped around my tiny frame, my curly blonde hair cascading onto his chest as I rested my forehead against it.
"I'm already tired from ballet earlier," I smirked, my British accent strong against his Australian one.
Ashton is in a band called 5 Seconds Of Summer. They're good, from the very few times that I heard them play when they weren't messing around or changing the lyrics. Idiots.
"Ash! We're here!" Michael yelled as he strode into the living room of Ashton's apartment to see me and Ash pull out of the cuddle, "were we interrupting something? Seems like Ash was about to get lai-"
"Michael," Calum said firmly, hinting for Michael to stop teasing. I was closest with Michael out of all the other guys, except Ash of course, because I liked to play video games with him and eat lots and laugh lots.
"Hey Mikey," I chirped, ignoring his previous snarky remark because it was just the usual, sarcastic Michael, as I hugged him quickly before Ashton reached for my hand and smiled at me with his cute dimples showing, "hi Cal, hi Luke." I nodded to them and they smiled back, before leaving us to get food from the kitchen.
"Michael, let's go get the band stuff?" Ashton said, letting go of my hand. I'm Hanna-Rose Rogers, 17 years old, blue eyes, blonde hair, but that stuff's boring. I'm a boring person, but I have the cutest boyfriend ever who I'm lucky to ha-
"Luke Hemmings, you twat!" Calum yelled from the kitchen, just before I saw Luke stumble into the living room with a can of squirty cream in his hand, "I dare you to come back in here."
Luke stayed where he was, laughing so much that tears were forming in his eyes and I started laughing too when Calum popped his head through the door with squirty cream all over himself.
"I'm sorry... but that's..." I said between laughs.
"I hate you Luke!" Calum chucked, running over and squirting cream all over Luke's cheek, making me laugh even harder.
"Don't you laugh Hanna," Luke said, grabbing the cream and squirting a little on my nose and down to my lips, making me squeal.
"I dare Ash to lick it off," Michael laughed and I jumped at the sound of his voice because I hadn't realised how long he'd been leaning against the wall.
"What am I going to do?" Ashton said as he came back in.
"Lick the cream off of Hanna-Rose," Michael laughed, clearly finding the idea hilarious.
"Shove off, Michael," I chuckled, walking over and gently slapping his arm, making him fall back in fake pain as I wiped the cream off with a cloth that Cal had chucked over to me.
"Band practice guys?" Luke suggested, so they went off to Ashton's garage to do their 'band practice' even though we all knew not much 'banding' as they called it, would actually be done. I decided to call my friend Olivia, but she didn't pick up... probably at some party still, so I watched some TV instead.
