The Rebellious Type

Four

•Okay, so I won't give you Ashton's point of view often. I just wanted to give you a sneak peek of his life.•

~Ashton~

Michael's guitar was giving me a headache. "Shut it, will ya?" I ask coldly, trying to think of lyrics. We were trying to get gigs and defiantly needed more original songs. "I need inspiration!" I groan, throwing down my pencil. "What about that oh-so-perfect girl you had around the other day, Abby or whatever?" Luke asked. "Alice," Calum and I corrected immediately. I shot him a look before returning my gaze to Luke. "What about Alice?" "Write about her." "I don't know much about her," I admit. "Besides she's a goodie," Michael retorts.

I flush red. "Alice is nice." "She's still stuck up, man. She has to be. You'll start... Falling for her or something serious and she'll expect a lot from you. A lot that you can't give to her, Ash," Luke says, siding with Michael. "She's pretty cute, but... I don't know. What happened to Eliza?" I throw a piece of kettle corn at him. "She's a whore." Michael laughed at that. "Eliza is a whore! Please don't go back to her!"

I roll my eyes and return to my paper. Maybe Alice could inspire a song or two...

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I answer Ashton's call on the first ring. "I'm busy," I whisper, praying my mum isn't finished taking to Uncle James in the lobby. She wanted me to show her my new piece. I was praying she'd like it- it had a bit of... Spunk to it. In all honesty, I composed something like the song Ashton's band sang to me. Maybe Mum would understand my unique difference and let me be my own girl... Ha. As if. *Originality is no good. We weren't put on this planet to outshine others.*

"Alice...?" I sighed. "Sorry, Ash. What do you need, I'm quite busy." "Give me your address. I haven't seen you in days." "I've been busy. I'm not even home." "It's okay, I'm not even in town. I want to stop by tonight. Is that okay?" "Late?" "Very late." *Don't ever let a boy keep you up late.* "Sure. See you then." I hung up just as Mum came in. "James has enrolled John into his creative writing class," Mum muses. "That's co-great." Mum eyes me. "May I hear your new piece?"

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"Honestly, child, what were you thinking?" Mum asks harshly as we enter the house. "You've been asking that. I'm still not sure." "Attitude is not prohibited to leave your mouth, Mary." "Yes, Mum. I'm sorry for everything." "Alright. Don't ever play music like that again. Heaven knows where you got such an idea." "I'm going to bed." "Without supper?" I sigh and follow her to the kitchen.

We cook and eat and I'm taking a shower now to fight off nerves. After blowdrying my mass of curly hair, I bid my family good night and lock my door just as my phone goes off.

Won't be there 'til 1 but need your address. Xx Ash

One in the morning?! -Alice

Ali, I need your address Xx Ash

I type it to him and groan when it says 'read 8:01 p.m.' And he didn't reply. I was about to type when the little '...' Bubble appears because he's typing.

How am I getting in? Xx Ash

I smile. Time to put that tree to use.

Left side of my house, large tree. Climb it. I may be asleep but window will be open. Wake me quietly. -Alice

Will do. They may hear us doing other things later(; Xx Ash

Shut up you twat. -Alice

Watch your language. I may have to tie you up and spank you. (; Xx Ash

And, yeah, I deserve that one.

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I feel a soft pair of lips on my neck. "Alice, wakey, wakey, baby." Soft lips mumble against my skin. I let out a quiet moan and I can feel his smirk. "That was because I don't want to wake up, you wanker," I hiss. Ashton chuckles. "I have a bad influence on you, baby." "Shut up. Why have you even come over?" "'Cuz I like you." "We just met." "I'm one hundred percent we won't end up married," he mocks.

I smile and pry my eyes open to meet his bright, hazel ones. The faint moonlight shadows the right side of this face but lets me see left. He has his arms propping himself up on either side of me as he hovers over my body. He drops to his forearms and I groan as a bit of his weight topples on me. "Christ, Ashton. It's too early."

"Go to sleep," he orders. "Hmm?" "We're breaking a rule. Go to sleep and I will as well. Your door locked?" "Yes. One thing I'm allowed to do is lock it because there's two men in the house and I normally sleep in undergarments. Ashton's eyes bear into mine. "You what?" "You heard me, Ash." "Why're you wearing clothes now?" He sounded genuinely interested. "Because I didn't want you to see." "I thought you didn't mind." "But it's you..." I blushed. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of bodies better than mine."

I'm surprised when Ashton flips us over to where I'm awkwardly straddling his lap. *Never sit on a boy. Your legs would be open, which is a bad, show-off, slutty move.* He moves his large fingers to the edge of my shirt and slowly lifts it up. I flush. "Ashton-" "Shh, baby." He pulls my shirt over my head and I immediately cover my chest. It's larger than most girls' chests. Well, the ones my age. I'm very aware of my 'boobage supply'. "You'd have spectacular any way- curvy, skinny, fat, anorexic, or whatever. Because you're you." That would normally sound cheesy but I feel by ego boost because of the sincerity in Ashton's voice.

He pulls me slightly off his lap and begins to tug on my yoga pants. He peels them off slowly and I want to hide under my bed or in my closet. "Alice?" I meet his eyes shyly. "You're perfect, okay?" I nod slowly. "Really, baby. You are. Let's go sleep, okay?" I nod and he pulls me to his side. I fall asleep rather quickly.