Surprisingly enough, I wake up before my alarm goes off. I sigh, realizing the sleep I won't be getting back. I turn off the upcoming alarm and rub my eyes, looking over at Ashton.
Before I met him, I'd have never thought I'd even consider dating someone or committing to someone, but here I was, staring at Ashton's angelic features as he slept. His mouth slightly open, breaths coming in and out softly. I run my hand over and through his curls gently, careful not to wake him.
He hums in his sleep, moving a bit and stretching before opening his eyes to look at me. He smiles dozy and lays back, closing his eyes again.
"Morning, sunshine." He laughs.
"Morning." I smile, still playing with his hair.
"What time is it?" He asks and I shrug.
"Time to wake up and go to school." He rolls his eyes and sighs.
"Great." I hear Ashton's phone go off and he grabs it immediately. The amount of time it took him to grab it worried me. Who was it and why was he so quick to respond?
"Who is it?" Ashton looks over at me a moment before looking back at his phone. He sighs deeply and locks it.
"It's my dad," I nod, not sure of what to say. Ashton sits up in the bed. After a bit of silence, he moves off the bed. He goes to the bag he packed the day he left his dad's house. I watch him as he slides on the plain black shirt. "I'm okay you know. Don't look at me like that, I'm fine."
"I'm sorry, Ashton. I can't say I know what it's like, but I know I haven't had a father in my life all these years. It's definitely not the same, I can only imagine how you feel." I try to help but I sense I'm not. I'm stupid, what do I know? Ashton just shakes his head as he puts some jeans on. His expression gets hard, suggesting he doesn't want to speak about it anymore.
"Let's just drop it, okay?" I nod. It's best to drop it now. Talking about it isn't going to solve anything or change his dad's terrible habits.
"I'm sorry." Ashton sighs.
"It's fine, really." I bite my lip and stand up, going to my clothes. I put on a Bad Suns band tee and slide on some black leggings. "So you gonna talk to Calum today?" Honestly I didn't even wanna speak to Calum. His attitude yesterday made me upset. I can't believe he flirted with Crystal knowing that Michael might have feelings for him. Clearly Michael does, considering he left the bar due to the two of them. It only made sense, they kissed not that long before.
"I don't know. He was being a prick yesterday, and I don't know why."
"I don't know. Maybe he didn't want a thing with Michael. Like maybe it was just a one time thing." I shrug, sliding my vans on.
"Whatever. I'll talk to him about it after school." Ashton nods.
"Let's go then." He grabs his backpack and slings it on his shoulder. We make our way downstairs and I notice that Calum's door is open, empty. He's not even home, which was weird considering he always left far after I did.
"Hm."
"What?" Ashton asks.
"Nothing," I lie. "Nothing." That was weird.
* * *
Art was boring. Miss Peck went on and on about Vincent Van Gough and his stupid starry painting, which I couldn't give a shit about at all. Ashton is sat behind me, tapping his pen the entire class. The sound ticks me off, but I try not to let it bother me considering it was Ashton. I have a soft spot for this boy now, as much as I hate to admit it.
