Perspective

11-Dishonor on you

"So you're going to Italy with him and Harper?" Jess asks, taking a bite of her burrito.

I stab my fork into my burrito bowl and nod. "Yeah," I confirm, scooping a forkful of rice into my mouth.

"Ooo, you about to get some dick," She says.

I choke on my food, causing Aspen to slap my back until I stop coughing.

"I'm not getting dick," I tell my best friend.

"I don't know Chase, it sounds like you might be. You're gonna be in Italy with Asher Bradley and you guys might even share a room."

"Jess, there will be no sharing of rooms whatsoever. I can assure you of that," I say. "Besides we are just friends."

"Uh....Chase. It's Friday, aren't you supposed to be babysitting?" Aspen asks, glancing up from her phone.

"What's the date?" I ask.

I stopped babysitting Harper for two weeks, but I'm supposed to start again soon. On the 22nd actually—

"February 22nd," Aspen replies.

"Fuck," I curse and quickly stand up. "I'll text Asher and tell him that I'm going to be late."

"Do you want me to pack your food up?" Jess asks.

"Yes, please," I say. "Thanks, JJ."

Jess waves me off and runs back inside Chipotle.

I pull out my phone and pace while texting Asher.

Me: I'm so so sorry. I completely forgot that I was babysitting tonight, I'm starting rn. Should be there in like 10ish minutes

His response is immediate.

trASH- No worries :)

"Here," Jess hands me my bowl that has the little aluminum foil lid covering it.

"Thanks, J," I say, giving her a half hug and doing the same to Aspen. "Love you guys!" I call as I run to my car."

"Love you too! Drive safe!" Jess and Aspen say as I get in my car.

I buckle my seatbelt and start my car so I can go to the Bradley house.

It ends up taking me about 15 minutes to get there since I stop in between to grab some In-and-Out for Asher.

I know he eats hamburgers so I got him one and some fries.

Once I get to his house, I take his food with me and knock in the front door.

"Hey, you made it," Asher greets me with a smile.

"I brought you food since I had to keep you from whatever plans you had," I say, handing him the paper sack.

"My plans were cancelled anyway," Asher shrugs, taking the bag. "Thanks by the way. You didn't have to."

"I wanted to."

"Also, do you have work tomorrow morning?"

I rock back and forth on my feet. "Nope, I work Sundays now since there's a new employee. Where's Harp?"

"Playing with some plastic guitar thing that my mom bought," Asher says, popping a fry in his mouth. He motions for me to come inside.

I do and shut the door behind me.

"Harper!" I greet the little boy.

He looks up at me with his big blue eyes.

"MAMA!" He squeals, running over.