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twelve.

*Isabelle's POV*

Four of us sat round a circle table; Imber and Michael were in deep conversation, which Luke occasionally joined in to but other than that he sat quiet next to me, absentmindedly twirling the ends of my, recently dip dyed pink, hair in his fingers.

I hadn't really been listening to what any of them had been saying, my thoughts on anything but the conversation in front of me.

"What do you think Belle?" Imber sounded distant even though she was sat right next to me.

"Hm what?" I focused my attention on the three people sat around me.

"For your 18th! What are we doing?" Imber's voice was full with excitement. Everyone on this table was 18, making me the baby of the group I suppose.

"I don't see why it's such a big deal, it's not like being 18 will change anything for me. I mean I've done everything you can legally do when you turn 18." I grabbed my McDonald's strawberry milkshake off the table and placed the straw between my lips, taking small sips.

"Everything?" Luke raised his eyebrows at me and a smirk played on his lips.

"Everything." I gave him a quick wink and we both broke into small giggles,

Michael stuck his fingers in his mouth and started making gagging sounds, "If you two are quite finished. Why don't you have like a house party or something?" I shook my head and put my cup back down on the table,

"Don't think I really want drunken people in my house when my mum, Marcus and my brother are home." Michael snatched my drink from the table, popped the lid off and drank the rest.

"I wasn't finished with that you asshole!" He shrugged with a mouthful of milkshake, plonking the empty cup back on the table.

Once he'd swallowed the liquid (I know what you're thinking and it's dirty) he began to speak again, "Okay but if-" Luke interrupted him quickly,

"Are you going to throw that in the bin?" Luke pointed to the empty cup and Michael shook his head. Letting out a sigh, Luke stood up and paced over to the bin, cup in hand.

He was always cleaning up after Michael; he cleaned up after everyone really, where as Michael claimed 'they have people who do that for you.'

The three of us were carrying on the conversation about party places when Luke sat back down, I turned to him to see a tall figure in all black stood close by him. It wasn't until he sat down that I was greeted with Ashton's smiling face. His hair was freshly cut and a black fedora rested nicely on top, I'd be lying if I said he didn't look absolutely gorgeous.

"Tell her what you told me!" Luke elbowed me gently and a large grin began to form on his face.

"Well, Luke told me about your 18th next Saturday, which I didn't know about by the way thanks for telling me," The once smiling boy was now pouting and I stuck my tongue out at him, "But my mum is taking my brother and sister down to Brisbane that weekend so my house is free. I'm basically saying have your party at mine."

I perked up in my seat at his words, my excitement now rising.

"Are you serious Ash?!" I rested my elbows on the table and leaned forward cupping my chin in my palm, my attention now completely on the golden haired boy.

"Very serious. I just need to know who you want there and stuff."

"Considering it's your house and I know next to no one you can make all the decisions, I'm counting on you." He gave me a quick nod,

"I'll make sure it's the best 18th you'll ever have Belle." I snorted at his comment,

"It's the only 18th I'll ever have Ashton." He pondered on what I said then began laughing at himself, realizing what he had said.