I roll over to my side, and find it empty. I sigh. My first thought is that Michael left for tour again. My second thought is that this is all just a dream.
I groan and lay on my stomach. Just as I get comfortable, my bedroom door is opened.
"Madddiiiii." Ashton sings, horribly, while walking to my bed.
I ignore him, and pretend to sleep.
"Madi. Madi. Madison Hailey Maynard. Madison Hailey Cli-"
"What, Ashton Fletcher Irwin?" I angrily say turning my face.
"Why aren't you downstairs?" Ashton takes a seat on my sofa. Excuse me, Ashton lies on my sofa. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts messing around on it.
"I was sleeping. Guess that's screwed up now." I sigh and slowly sit up.
"You're never this tired. You never sleep this late."
"I've changed my sleeping pattern, I guess." I shrug and remove the hair tie in my hair. I lazily run my fingers through it.
"Ooh, Madi. Can I brush your hair?" Ashton asks, immediately by my side.
"Uh..sure?" I awkwardly say.
Ashton leaves to retrieve my hairbrush, then comes back with the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face.
"Turn around." He twirls the hairbrush around.
I do as commanded and turn around. I honestly don't feel like brushing my own hair. It'll be nice to have someone do it for me.
Ashton gently glides the hairbrush through my hair. "Is this too hard?"
I let out a chuckle and hide my face in my hands. "Ashton, you sounded like we were having sex." I wipe my eyes, "No, its not too hard. In fact, it could be a little harder."
"Madison! Oh my!" Ashton laughs and drops the brush.
"What? You could be. I'm hardheaded."
"Yeah, so are guys when they're turned on."
"Ashton!" I laugh along with him and smack his arm. "I did not want to know that. Please, never say that again." I pick the brush up and wave it in his face.
"Sorry, sorry." Ashton finally catches his breath and begins brushing my hair again.
I smile one last time at him. It feels amazing to not do my hair for once. I think I'll make the four of them do it for now on.
"There." Ash slides his hand down my hair. "Completed and soft."
"Thank you." I take my brush from him and sit it on my night stand.
Recently, I've been remodeling my room. I took all my high school pictures down, and replaced them with pictures of the guys and I. I keep my high school pictures in a special box. The pictures of Michael and I in high school are still in their same place. The ones of Blake and I? I kept them..they're under my bed.
My wall beside the bed is full of quotes surrounding pictures. One's like 'You Are Perfect To Me' surrounded by pictures of Michael and I.
The wall beside my closet is full of 5SOS pictures. I guess you can say I'm a proud girlfriend/best friend.
The other wall beside my closet is full of pictures of my family and I through my years. I'm an only child, so its mainly of my parents and I. My favorite one would have to be my tenth birthday. It's a picture of my dad and I. My light blonde hair was done perfectly in tight curls. My dad was holding me in his lap, his arm secured around my back. He's looking at me with his loving green eyes and sweet smile. I was laughing. My nose was scrunched up, and my eyes were tightly shut. My mouth was widely formed into a smile. My hands were secured on my present he had gotten me. My ruffled pink dress was poured into his lap like a river. I had a sparkling belt around the waist of it. My mum took the picture of us. It's the picture I treasure dearly.
