Social Casualty

2

The story was cut short. Michael, Ashton, and Luke were all dancing like usual. Then Ashton went to get drinks. But didn't return right away. He soon came back later a little bit wobbly, and three drinks in hand. It was straight up vodka. Bastard. Luke was instantly affected by the temptation. The others soon finished after him. And Ash stopped drinking for the rest of the night. Michael was second place, leaving the youngest of the three to get drunk. Some how they got back to the tour bus. None of them know how, it just happened.

I sighed knowing that I didn't know what today's plans were before last night. I always regret not asking dammit. Today, it was planned that after the three hours of driving. We would finally reach the city, and, boom, straight for interviews and the concert afterwards. Like I said. Today is a busy day.

"Well you all have interviews, so when we make the first and only stop of the day, ya'll are to head straight to the dressing rooms and shit. Have the program. Leave. Go back to the arena, sound check. Blah blah blah. Concert. And back on the road again." I huffed.

"Why is she so intimidating. You're worse than Paul!" Ashton and Michael whisper/yelled at me. I gave them a glare rolling my eyes.

"You've got four hours before we get to the next distenation. In three hours I want you all to be up, showered. That goes for all of you. Teeth brushed, breakfast eaten, decent clothes, and shoes on. While you're all being busy, I'm gonna hang with Niall." I giggled. Luke was already passed out again. The only trouble I had was with Ash and Michael. Calum was surprisingly cheery today. That was new for sure. Ash and Mike were having some sort of contest. I get up toward them coming in between. Then hit 'em upside the head.

"Michael! Shower now! Then you Ashton. You both reek like alcohol. Not cool." I note grimly. Just as I'm about to head toward the couch, arms pull me around the waist. My back instantly hits one of their fronts. Oh my god that sounded really sexual as if I were in a threeway. Arg. The boy begins to sway, his hands move down my shoulders to intwine with his hands. That's when the feeling of calluses comes to my senses. Ashton. He brings me closer, placing his chin on my right shoulder. The curly hair ticklish to my neck and cheek.

"I couldn't possibly stink that bad to you, now can I babe?" the whisper echoing my right eardrum. Opening my eyes, we some how made it to the back of the bus. Where the 'kick back' room is. Turning to face him, his hazel eyes look at me. Okay what is this?

"Uh, um. You okay. . ."

"Not a care in the world,"

"What are you doing exactly?"

"I'm being a lovey dovey for one of the best girls in the world!" I look over at him. His hands still on my waist. I hug him. My head against his chest. Yet he still stinks. I then hear Michael's whistling. And try to take over of the situation.

"Ashton. I don't date boys who I live with."

"But would you date boys that you sleep with?" he asks more smug than ever. Having a huge grin on his face. Okay what the fuck. This is the first time Ashton's actually flirting with me. Even though I'm flattered, the butter flies aren't that big. The unpredictable happens. Leaning in, his forehead against mine. I tensed. I hadn't kissed a boy in more than just a few months. And I don't want this to change that. Unless I'm wasted.

"Woah!" I hear. Turning, I see there's Michael, with shorts, shirtless, and a towel in hand. "Keep it PG for the young'n back there. And Calum."

"What about me? Woah. No sex on the bus. That was the first ground rule we set since day one!" Calum reminded, "When did you two began as a thang. . .?" he asked.

"Ash... What exactly is it that you're doing right now? If you don't mind me asking again." I ask, raising my eyebrows. I swear Ashton and I are not dating. Nor will we. Ashton's great and all but right now i'm just confused.