"So, Liz do you have any plans for college in mind?" Mrs. Irwin asks between bites of steak. I can feel my mother's glare on me as usual. She has always said I was going to college and making something out of myself. I finish chewing and swallow before replying. "I haven't decided yet. There are just so many places to choose from." I see my mother sigh in relief, probably glad that I didn't tell the Irwins what I told her earlier this week which ended with me calling her a bitch. The whole table continues to eat and mingle. Ashton is sitting directly in front of me and we continue to stare at each other.
Before I even know it my plate is being taken and dessert is being served. My mother made some pumpkin spice cupcakes. Luckily my mother is a good cook, it makes up for her bitchy personality.
Dave and my father disappear and I assume they found their way back to the garage that is much more of a man cave than it is a garage. My mother and Anne have made their way back to the kitchen sharing a recipe or some shit to do with food. Here I am picking away at my cupcake trying to avoid Ashton's gaze.
"You know it's rude to stare." I finally say looking up at Ashton who simply smiles. It's not the smirk I am accustomed to seeing but a smile, a real genuine smile.
He clears his throat after a moment of us just smiling at one another. "Hey, Wanna go up to my room?"
"I'm not going to have sex with you so you can't get that idea out of your little bird brain," I retort smugly with a smirk on my face.
"Woah, Who said I wanted to have sex with you." He smirks before bumping my shoulder with his and beginning to lead me towards the stairs.
"Everybody knows inviting a girl to your room is a guys code for let's have sex." I say while still trailing behind Ashton who opens his door and shuts it behind us.
I look around and the plain white walls are covered with a few band posters and there are a few pairs of clothes thrown across the floor but other than that Ashton's room is fairly organized.
He makes his way to his closet door and pulls out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and throws them on his bed.
"Make yourself at home," he says trying to fill the awkward silence that is looming over us.
I slip off my shoes and take a step towards the bed at the same time Ashton does. I sit on the edge of the bed while he grabs the clothes he threw there. He doesn't say anything before pulling off his shirt over his head letting me see his tight ab muscles before covering them with a plain gray tee. He then goes to reach at the waistband of his jeans and before he pulls them off he looks up from his daze and looks me straight in the eye before saying with a smirk, "You know it's rude to stare."
A/N: Iknowit'sbeenforever. I'manawfulperson. Andthisisreallyshortanddisappointing. Pleaseleaveahelpfulcomment. Orjustavote. SomebodyshouldDMbecauseI'mbored. Thanksforyoursupport. Voteandcommentplease.
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bandana (a.i.)
Fanfiction*Going through editing so bare with me.* "I thought bandanas were my thing," I say giving an unamused look at the boy with curls that are pushed back by a bandana. He smirks and leans in towards my ear, "I guess you thought wrong."
