twenty-four // prison

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"Why are we going to the prison?" Ashton's little brother Harry asked their mum. "You're not putting us in there, are you?"

"Of course not, idiot," Lauren said with a roll of her eyes. "She's only putting you in there."

"What?! Mum!"

"Calm down, Harry," Ashton said after looking up from his phone. "She's kidding."

Harry scoffed. "I knew that."

Ashton rolled his eyes.

ashyyyyyyy where did u go?

sorry, my brother is really gullible

oh okay

so what's up?

not much, nanie and i are playing a sick game of checkers.

are you winning?

...

no

Ashton began to smile down at his phone, which made Anne, his mum, curious as to what he was doing.

"Whatcha doing Ash?" She asked as she turned onto the main road.

"Oh nothing, just talking to Michael."

"Michael? Is he that boy that you're constantly with?"

"It's not constant if I'm here right now."

//an: I just dropped my phone on my face >.>//

"Ashton."

"Yes, it is."

"Okay."

"Okay."

so why are you going to the prison anyway?

no idea, my mum just kinda threw it at us this morning

you didn't ask why?

no, why?

well it'd be a good idea to know why you're going to a jail wouldn't it

right.

"Yeah Mum, why are we going to the prison?" Ashton asked Anne.

"A friend of mine got into a bit of trouble recently. We're just stopping by to see how they're doing." Anne answered smoothly.

"Oh," Ashton said.

"Oh my God, Mum, you're friends with a criminal?" Lauren asked, sounding excited. "I'm so tweeting this."

"Excuse me young lady, but you shouldn't have Twitter." Anne scolded Lauren who groaned while Ashton laughed at her.

"Haha! I can have Twitter and you can't!" Ashton teased and Lauren quite subtly gave him the bird.

"Excuse me young man, but I never said you could have Twitter either."

"But Mum! Travis Barker follows me!"

"Who's Travis Barker?"

"ONLY THE BEST DRUMMER OF ALL TIME."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME."

"Shut up and text Michael."

"If you say so."

Ashton opened his buzzing phone again, finding numerous texts from his friend.

ashyyyyyyyy

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