Good Girl // a. i.

Part 9: Hairnets

For the next couple weeks I started suggesting alternatives to medical camp. I was in his room, laying down in the middle of the floor staring at the ceiling.

"I could join 5 seconds of summer!" I joked. He gave me a horrified look.

"Geez ok never mind." I replied.

I tried to come up with other ideas but I came up blank so I started suggesting even more ridiculous ideas.

"I could run for president."

He just started laughing hysterically.

"What? You don't think I'll make a good president?"

"You'd spend all the country's money on parties." He giggled, imagining the situation.

"That is not necessarily a bad thing." I tried to make a point even though I was completely joking.

"Please don't become president. For the sake of our country I'm begging you."

"Fine, but you're going to regret it."

He just shook his head as he stood up.

"I gotta go work at the soup kitchen today. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you later Irwin." I smiled as I left. I jumped over the old fence, landing on the soft grass. My father was standing with his arms crossed, as if he was waiting for me.

"Ummm hi." I greeted him.

"You still haven't signed up for medical camp. The deadline is in 2 weeks, you're running out of time."

"I will. I just haven't gotten to it. But I will." I replied looking down at my shoes.

"But you have time to hang out with that guy? Who is he? What does he want to do after high school?" He crossed his arms.

"His name is Ashton Irwin and he's in a very successful band."

"That is not a suitable career decision. He's not the type of friend you need. You need friends who's aspirations match yours. I want friends that will encourage you, not bring you down."

"Wait a minute. Who said he was bringing me down? You don't even know him! He is actually a really good friend."

"Most musicians don't have a good education. You need friends that will encourage you to continue studying for a good, successful career." He argued, raising his voice slightly.

"I know how to choose my friends. My friends have no influence in what decide to do with my life."

"Do not talk to me like that! I'm just want what's best for you!" He yelled at me.

"You don't even know what I want!" I yelled back. I didn't wait to hear what else he was yelling at me. I just ran up to my room and slammed the door. I knew eventually he would cool off, then walk back up here to apologize and say that stupid speech on how he just wants me to be successful and all that shit. I honestly just didn't want to deal with it. I couldn't stay here. I wrote a note saying I would be in the library to study. I grabbed a book or two and stuffed in my bag before climbing out my window. I walked into town behind that exact same alleyway, passing the dumpster and knocking on the door with the soup kitchen banner.

Ashton's pov

"Mr. Green, you get one biscuit. Put that back!" I scolded him. He muttered something as he put down the biscuit and took his tray to a table.

"Thank you!" I yelled out to him, but he just rolled his eyes. I giggled as I continued to pour punch into foam cups and handing them to people, when I heard a knock on the back door. I finished filling up the cup in my hand and walked over to the door. I opened the door and Emma looked up without saying anything.