Possessive ~ A.I.

Possessive 8- Banging with Ashton

Ashton and I are friends.. for now. I know that Ashton still has feelings for me, and I know the feelings are now mutual. Everyone feels as if we are dating, it's just the way we act. We flirt, and cuddle a lot. It seems like we are dating but we aren't.

So right now Maddi & Kristi are out doing things with their boyfriends, while Ashton and I are chilling back at the apartment. I had my legs spread across Ashton' s lap. Ashton's eyes were fixed onto the tv of the reruns of Friends while mine are staring at him taking in his appearance.

His hair is messy wearing his one of signature bandana. He has a Pink Floyd shirt with a few cuts and tears in it. Also wearing black skinny jeans that easily could be mistaken as leggings. I giggle quietly at the thought.

Ashton turns his head, raising an eyebrow. I quickly turn to face the tv, feeling the redness rising on my cheeks. He pinches my cheeks slightly.

"Awh is Rylie blushing? " Ashton coos to me. I slap his hand away. Which ends up resting on my knee. "It's okay, Rylie I know it's hard not to love me." He adds in. I look over to that cocky smile of his, which still looks adorable due to his dimples. He grabs the remote from the coffee table and starts flipping through the channels. He groans in frustration.

"How about we do something else then watch tv?" I perk up, taking my legs off Ashton then standing up. Ashton smirks. Dirty bastard. I slap his shoulder.

"What? " He groans. I raise my eyebrows at him. I then shake my head. "How about we go to mine, and I can teach you something." He adds. I slap him again. Then he burst out in laughter. "I am sorry. " He managed to get out between giggles. Yes. Fucking giggles.

"Okay like what?" I say obviously ignoring his dirty comments. "I can teach you how to play drums, unless you want to bang something else." He replies with a smirk and a laugh. I roll my eyes

*

Ashton and I just got to his house. I have only been here once, for that one practice they invited us too. It was small, and messy. The other boys must be out because they are no where to been seen around the house. Ashton opens a door, which goes to the basement where I have been before.. He leads down the stairs. We get down there and I go plop down on the couch. Ashton gives me a confused look.

"Well cmon drummer boy show me what you got." I say with a smirk. He spins his drums sticks around his fingers.

"Are you ready Rylie??" He yells, like when he did at the show trying to get the crowd pumped. I laugh.

He plays fimilar songs, the which were also played at the show. His arms flexing everytime he goes down to play. He stood up twisting the drumstick in his hand then crashing back down onto the drums again while flicking his hair back dramatically.

He brings his finger up and makes the come here motion. I stand up off the couch and walk over to the drum set. Ashton stands up from the stool patting it to make me come over and sit on it. I take a seat, Ashton hands me his drumsticks. I keep them in my hand not knowing what to do, and I don' t want to make a fool out of myself.

"Keep hitting the cymbal, while tapping the snare drum there once and while," Ashton says while pointing at a drum beside the cymbal. I try hitting them, but failing miserably. Ashton lets out a chuckle, while I groan.

"Here" He says grabbing my arms, crossing my right over my left. He brings arms around me, and helps me play the beat. I stop paying attention to the drumming, and look up to Ashton who was already staring at me. I blush. His arms relax around me and I drop the drumsticks. I stand up, Ashton pulls me closer by sneaking a arm around my waist.

I bring my hand up to his chest. He brings a hand to cup my cheek. Holy shit. We are going to kiss. Ashton leans in since he is taller, my breathing is caught. I feel his breath on mine. Then our lips touch. His lips are soft. He softly brings his tongue across my bottom lip. I open my mouth letting our two tongues meet. I bring my hands up to his head lacing my fingers through his hair. He tasted like mint. We pull apart, breathless. Both of your foreheads pressed against each other.

"ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN, YOU BETTER BE USING PROTECTION DOWN THERE!" We break apart as we hear whom the voice I recognizing is Calum's, yell from the top of the stairs. We both become beat red. Ashton smirks at me. We walk up stairs to see Calum and Luke with smirks on their faces and giggling like little school girls. Ashton rolls his eyes at them.

"Do you want to go home?" Ashton says, nudging me. I bit my lip then reply, "Yeah sure."  We leave the two giggly boys, as I follow Ashton to his car. Getting in, and then strapping on his seat

Ashton focus his eyes in the road during the quiet ride home, with Ed Sheeran playing quietly in the background. Was I a bad kisser? Why is he being quiet? One of his hands comes off the steering wheel and lands on my knee. I smile looking down at his hand, then back at a already smiling Ashton.

"So, um Ashton. What are we now.?" I ask chewing on my bottom lip, Ashton looks at me then back at the road. He rubs my knee.

"Whatever you want to be princess."

(A/N: well hot damn for Ashton calling Rylie, princess. )