Being with the Anderson boys

Chapter 6

Hey guys!!

Im really sorry about the super late update. I was almost finished writing this chapter but my phone fell in water and was fried. I couldn't get it fixed right away because the morning after I had to leave for vacation. So today I went out and bought myself a new phone finally. Hope your enjoying the book.

xox

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"I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine I got a love and know that is all mine oh"

The ringtone that was so familiar rung in my ears awakening me from my inglorious sleep. After a day like yesterday it was no surprise to me that I didn't get any.

"Hello?" I answered with my sleepy voice.

"Are you sleeping?" The voice answered back.

Ugh I knew who it was. Why was Ashton bugging me so early in the morning. I removed the phone from my face, it read 9:30am.

"What do you want? Do you know how early it is in the morning?" I wasn't trying to sound annoyed even though I was. It was my day off work and I didn't have volunteer until the late afternoon.

Ashton's car horn beeped twice and loud from outside. "Get out of bed. We're going for coffee."

I moaned and hung up. Rolling out of bed I sloshed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked into the mirror and all I could see was my wild hair. It was frizzy and sticking out everywhere so I decided against trying to tame it. Walking back into my room I put my hair into a high pony tail.

Knowing ash he's very impatient. I hear the car horn sound loudly again so I throw on a pair of dark wash jeans that were on the floor, a royal blue tank top and slip into my combat boots. Not wanting to scare the people in the coffee shop I run back into the bathroom and brush on a small amount of mascara, some concealer for my dark circles and just a touch of blush.

I then fly down the stairs into the kitchen and peek into the fridge to try and find some food. Humming to myself I'm startled when my dad rustles the news paper that is in front of his body. He's sitting at our four seater round oak table. My dad bough it at a garage sale a long time ago so the thing has been used and abused.

"Sounds like someone who's in a hurry is waiting for you." my father states. "Thank you captain obvious. Your information is indeed valuable," I throw back at him. "No need for the sarcasm. You still live under my roof so same rules still apply. Just because your eighteen, don't you even try and pull a fast one on me. I know everything. You might be an adult now but you need to earn freedom. And that would be acting responsible." For a split second I think I heard some sort of a concerned tone in all that. But for the most part he was mono toned. Like he rehearsed this speech before.

I roll my eyes as soon as I turn away my him and grab my wallet. It's pretty big for a wallet. It has a clip and can hold all twenty of my unnecessary cards, all the pocket change in the world and still have room for bills and one picture.

"Whatever i'll be home later I have volunteer." And just like that I am running out the front door and to the passenger side of Ashton's car. Taking a quick glance at him the inpatients is fuming off him.

He grips the string wheel tight and pulls of out the drive way of my Victorian two story, no basement home.

Ashton is looking as casual as usual. He's got a pair of blue jeans and a red v neck. His hair shaggy and a little bit of blond stubble lining his sharp jaw. He looks good as per usual.