confessions of a teenage nightmare || -a.i- •MAJOR EDITING•

chapter 7 - July 17th, 2014 - gigs

A S H T O N { A / N : ooh kill em finally. }

{edited}

song of the chapter:

(if you like slow music --->)

people help the people - birdy

 not in that way - sam smith

(if you like faster music --->)

what you wanted - onerepublic  

viva la white girl - gym class heroes

nuclear family - green day

    i hear some light footsteps coming down the stairwell in colleen's small apartment as my drum playing settles down to a minimum. but, just to annoy her, i kick my playing up a notch. as soon as i know it, i'm playing louder than i was before. 

    "ashton!", i hear colleen say through the door. i chuckle to myself. "sorry, col, i can't hear you over my amazing drum playing.", i laugh, as i hear colleen sigh loudly. "ash, aunt flow is making her monthly visit. i will punch you in the throat.", i hear her say, angrily. wait....since when does col have an aunt flow? monthly visit? i don't remember anyone pulling up into the driveway this morning.

    oh.

    OH.

    i immediately quit playing and rush to the door. colleen is the spawn of satan when...that monthly thing happens. cramps and ben and jerry's everywhere she steps. plus, she is very emotional. i hate it when she gets that way, because every time she cries, i cry too.

    "do you need any of those paddy-thingys?", i say, as i swing the door open. her frown immediately turns into a beautiful, white smile. "what?", i ask confusedly.  "paddy-thingys.", she smiles. "you can't say pads?"

    i shudder. "don't say that word in my presence. such a dreadful thing they are.", i shake, as i walk nervously toward my drum set. "hey ashton, can i tell you something really important?", she says, making me lean down toward her mouth. i lean my ear down to her. "don't tell this to anybody, okay?", she speaks again. i smile, happily. "okay, col, what is it?", i say. she laughs. "pads.", she whispers. i scream loudly, and the sound echoes throughout our apartment.

    she laughs. "oops, forgot to put some in my bag.", she smirks, leaving the room and walking to the bathroom. i scream at her once again for saying the 'p' word in my presence. i then hear the bathroom door slam shut, and i see her walk back with her purse. "okay ash, you wanna go eat at
waffle house? it's only, like, 9:30.", she says. "sure, babe.", i smile.

    colleen smiles and opens her purse, i believe to grab out her phone. she lifts a pad out of her purse and hits me with it. i scream, and grab one of my drum sticks. i hit the pad out of my sight, and it somehow manages to hit her in the face. she shrieks and throws two at a time towards me. i  scream and i throw more drum sticks and CDs her way. they all manage to hit the floor someway or another.

    "you asked for it, irwin.", colleen sneers as she begins to lift up another, and then she trips on my drumsticks. she shrieks in horror as she begins slipping and falling backwards. i catch her in my arms, as i quickly wrap my arms around her waist to secure her. "seems like you just keep on falling for me, browning.", I smile, looking down at her. she smiles up at me.