Boom Clap

Chapter ten

chapter ten~

• Ashton's POV•

"Can I just stay with you?"

I spoke the words before I realized what I was saying. I mean yeah I was thinking it but, it was suppose to stay a thought. She is probably super creeped out.

"Ash..." She started to say.

"No it's ok I didn't mean to say that. I'll just head back to my room." I looked around.

"Which way do I go?"

She laughed and tugged on my arm.

"Come on I doubt you'll make it up and down stairs, let alone to the end of the hallway."

I focused on her hair while she unlocked the door. The door must have opened because she walked in. I stood at the doorway watching her hair swing as she moved.

"Ashton? Are you going to come in?"

She has really pretty hair.

"Ashton?" Ashlyn started to laugh and walk towards me.

"What? Yeah. Sorry, I was looking at your hair..." Fuck. I wasn't suppose to say that out loud either.

"How many drinks did you have?" She faked concern and pulled me into her room closing the door.

"Uh, I don't know. We went to this party thing that Mike told us about..." I drifted off staring at the wall.

"Why did you leave?" She said sitting down on a pillow at the top of her bed.

"Um. I don't remember. Can I sit down the room is a little blurry."

"Yeah of course."

I sat down on the bed. My head felt really heavy so I laid on Ashlyn's lap without thinking.

"Ashton?"

I looked up at her.

"Oh sorry, I'll get up. Can you give me a shove?"

"No you're fine."

I kept looking up into her eyes.

"You know... you're really pretty. I like you Ashlyn. I like you." I was too tired to try and apologize for being so upfront my drunk mind just wants some sleep. So I smiled up at the girl who was giving me a confused gaze and shut my eyes. I began to drift off with the feeling of Ashlyn's fingers playing with my hair.

•Ashlyn's POV•

I didn't move for about thirty minutes not wanting to wake Ashton. I just sat there playing with his hair and sorting out my mind. I have class tomorrow so I need sleep but, I wasn't in exactly the best position sitting upright. What I need is Ashton to move so I can lay down but, I couldn't bring myself to do it. He looked so cute sleeping.

I heard the rattle of keys from outside the door. Oh shit! Clara is gonna think something is up with me and Ashton. Oh my God I totally forgot to ask Carter what happened at the poetry thing!

"Carter answer me now what did i do?" She stayed silent. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck!

"Hey Ashy." Clara whispered noticing the sleeping boy in my lap. "Is that Ashton?"

I expected something else. Maybe Carter wasn't so bad. Clara seems pretty calm.

"Uh yeah it is. He was drunk and I let him stay I hope you don't mind?"

"No I understand what it's like to have a drunk boyfriend." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend..."

"Yeah ok..." She smirked.

There was awkward silence as Clara took off her shoes and put on her pajamas.

"So... about tonight?" Clara said looking up at me.

"Listen Clara I'm so sorry for whatever Carter did. That's the thing about me..."

"Carter?" She cut me off.

"Yeah. I guess I should have told you before they made you my roommate."

"Told me what?" Her face scrunched up with a mixture of confusion and concern.

"I have a multiple personality disorder." I looked away from her ashamed.

"Sorry. I don't know what that is."

She spoke softly.

"Um. It's hard to explain. You get it from a traumatic experience. I actually saw my mum get murdered by my father..."

Clara cut me off again.

"Oh Ashy I'm so sorry!" She said bringing her hands up to her mouth.

I nodded letting her know i heard her. I just never knew how to reply to that. Growing up I always wanted to say 'yeah I'm pretty fucking sorry to.' Instead I just continued my story.

"So to cope with that my brain invented different versions of myself to protect me. Carter is like a big mean sister. She doesn't let anyone hurt my feelings." I smiled letting her know that it was fine to talk.

"She sure didn't let anyone hurt your feelings tonight!"

"What did she do?" I groaned.

So far I'm very pleased with how Clara is taking this new information. She didn't seem scared of me.

"Let's just say she gave them a bath...instead of water it was tea..."

"Oh my God. No I will have to scold her latter!" I joked.

Clara smiled.

"You better go to bed it's already twelve am, don't you have class at eight?"

"I do! I just am kinda stuck."

Clara walked over to me cracking her knuckles.

"I've become an expert on dealing with drunk boyfriends. I'll save you."

I laughed showing Clara a smile. In truth though I was actually kind of concerned. How did such a sweet girl get a punk rock douche boyfriend?

"Alright on three slide out from under his head." She whispered placing her hands under Ashton's head.

"One... Two... Three."

She pulled up lightly on Ashton's head and I slid out stepping over his body and jumping onto the the floor. Clara placed Ashton's head on the pillow and did a quite victory dance. What is with her clique and dancing?

"Thank you!!"

"No problem!" She winked sliding into her own bed.

I began to put on my pjs when I realized something.

"Hey Clara?"

"Yeah."

"Do me a favor and don't talk to Ashton about how my mum died. He doesn't know and I don't need his sympathy."

"Sure thing." She smiled then laid her head on her pillow, closing her eyes.

I sighed in relief looking back over to Ashton who was taking up most of the room on my bed. I smiled to myself before I shoved him against the wall so I could get in the bed. Setting my phone for seven am I thought about my future. Maybe college won't be so terrible...