Manual of The Forbidden ➡ Irwin

Chapter 21.

"Guys I'm home!"

We jumped in our seats startled by Sharon's voice and the light coming from the well-illuminated hall, we broke the embrace so quickly that I couldn't even process it right. Sharon?, What was she doing here?, Was it eight already?.

"Why's everything so dark?" she asked turning on the lights, blinding me completely.

I blinked several times adjusting my eyes to the clarity.

"We're watching a movie, that's why!" Ashton said, suddenly away from me, How did he do that?.

"Which one?!" Sharon asked excited looking at the TV screen trying to guess to which movie those scenes belonged.

"Horror On Elm Street!" Ashton cheers as it this was funny or something, because when he knocked I almost peed my pants.

"Oh Beast I didn't know you were masochistic," she teased me, but when he said the name I landed, now everything was falling into place. "why did you rent it?" she shuddered a little "it is horrible, when I saw it for the first time I couldn't sleep for a whole freaking week, it was awful!"

I laughed a little "Well I did it because I still don't know Italian, is that a good excuse?"

She laughed out loud, but I was confused still, why she was home at 7:15?.

"Shar, love, why are you so early here?" Ashton asked like he just read my mind.

"My shift finished early, plus there wasn't so much to do." she shrugged.

She tiptoed to reach his lips and I turned my face to quickly my neck hurt, suddenly more scared to see that scene that those in the horror film I rented.

I heard their lips together, I wanted to cover my ears or even turn the TV loud so I wouldn't be able to hear them.

The Little Shrew appeared, focused and pissed, she started moving on my stomach trying not to freak out.

I caught them from the corner of my eye and they were still making out, the Shrew started scratching my stomach, she was furious and sad, she was begging me to get up and leave.

It was an almost touchable feeling, it was like a stab in my heart making my heartbeats painful as the seconds passed by, I knew it shouldn't be hurting me but it surely did. And each time... It was worse.

I got up from the couch, turned of the TV and took the cd from the DVD, I was quiet until the control of the DVD fell from my right hand when I was pressing the off button extremely hard, but at least it worked to separate them.

"Sorry," I said ashamed, but relieved at the same time.

"You're not finishing it?" asked Sharon seeing me put the CD back in its little box.

"No, I remembered I had to clean my room this morning and I didn't." I shrugged.

"Oh Dawnie, but you NEVER clean your room!" she accused me.

"What I'm referring to is that tomorrow I'm going out with Michael, and I need to find my camera," I didn't know where that lie had came from, because it was that: A Lie; Michael and I didn't have plans at all. "and for the record, I DO clean my room, but not so often." she totally ignored my comment.

"Are you going out with him again?, how many times have you guys gone out?" she got excited.

"I don't know Shar, I do not count 'em!" I said laughing.

"And, are you going to the café again?" she obviously wanted to know more, but then I looked at Ash, who was standing next to his girlfriend, but he had this expression on his features, that one he put every time I talked about Michael, and it impulsed me to keep up with the lie I had made up.

"No, actually, we're going to Plaza San Marcos, so if you excuse me I have to look for my camera," I said smiling like evil witches do in movies.

"You're not having dinner with us?" Sharon asked.

"No, I'm not hungry Shar I already ate, but thanks."

"Ah okay,"

"See you tomorrow Ash." I said nicely.

"Goodnight Dawnie." he said serious and without a smile, I felt evil but it felt good, even the little Shrew liked it.

I turned away making my way to my bedroom. I had calmed the Shrew and I even had given her a little dose of satisfaction, but my real problem was, how the hell that lie came out?, but I also had to cross my fingers, begging God that Michael would take my invitation.

I dialed his number and stepped away from the door so they wouldn't hear me. When the bell rang for the third time he picked up and his angelical voice greeted me.

"Dawn?" he asked confused, he always called me.

"Hi Mikey," I whispered.

"Why are you talking so low?" he talked in the same tone I was.

"I don't want them to hear me,"

"Who?"

"I'll explain tomorrow, okay?, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me to Plaza San Marcos," I was grabbing the fabric of my black sweater hard, I was nervous.

"That sounds great!, tomorrow?"

I sighed relieved.

"Yes tomorrow, and thanks!"

"No, thanks to you, you invited me,"

"Well Mikey, see you tomorrow, goodnight and thanks."

"Goodnight!"

I ended the phone call, I felt relieved, I knew that I could count on him whenever I needed him.

I sat on the corner of my be and started looking in the second drawer the pictures I had taken a couple weeks ago, I kept them as my dark secret, I looked for a picture that could detail his beauty perfectly.

When I did I took it in my hands and studied the glow the Ashton's face produced itself. I felt bubbles forming in my stomach and floating all across it, why he was making me feel this way?, I felt a rational and tangible fear, I shouldn't let Ashton make me feel this way, I knew what these feelings meant.

I remembered what happened a little before, what would've happened if Sharon hadn't came home early?, his face was close to mine, SO CLOSE!, I felt more bubbles grow inside of me, I shook my head trying to get rid of this stupidness.

I put the photos back in the drawer where they belonged, I laid in bed again and covered with the sheets.

I started analysing the ceiling in the dark trying to forget all of this feelings, I couldn't feel this for my best friend's boyfriend, I shouldn't.

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[A/N]

Omg Dawn asked herself a lot of questions in this chapter!!!

Hahaha she was stunned by Ashton's beauty.

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Love, Ellie.