Trust [a. irwin]

twelve

I continue dragging my pencil across the paper, sketching the idiot in front of me.

"Stop moving!" I scold, throwing one of my extra pencils at him.

"You could've poked my eye out!" He exclaims, jumping up from where he was sitting and throws his arms up in the air.

"Ashton!"

He nervously smiles, "Sorry?"

"This is going to take hours." I mutter.

"No..." He whines.

I roll my eyes, "You're the one who asked me to draw you."

It's probably been thirty minutes of us sitting here, I've been trying to draw him and he keeps getting up and just doing stupid things.

"I didn't think you'd take this long." He replies.

"I could go quickly but then it would suck." I mutter.

He sits back down, staring straight at me and I stare back.

"Draw me." He says.

"Make me." I whisper.

"Emma, draw me."

"Ashton, make me."

"Emma!" He whines.

I throw another pencil at him, just to piss him off.

"Okay, thats it." He mutters before coming over to me and picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Nice ass." I mutter.

"I could say the same to you." He replies as he walks outside.

"Don't you dare throw me in the pool I swear-"

"I'm not gonna throw you in." He interrupts, "I'm going to jump in."

Before I can protest, Ashton jumps in.

When I surface I glare over at Ashton and he laughs, pushing his hair out of his face.

"You suck." I mutter.

He wraps his arms around my waist, keeping me in the water just as I was about to get out.

"Ashton I swear-"

"Emma..." He whines. "You're so boring.."

"You were the one begging me to draw you!" I exclaim.

"I know. I just want you to do something fun with me." He replies, nuzzling his face into my neck.

"Drawing is fun." I tell him.

"But sitting still isn't!"

I groan, "Can you let me go now, I need to go home to change."

"Wear something of mine." He mutters.

"I need to go change to something of mine." I tell him, climbing out of the pool and sitting on the edge.

"I'm just offering a shirt, damn." He mumbles, following me out.

I stand up and head inside to see Michael and Calum sitting there.

"Emma, you look great." Calum smirks.

"Fuck off." I mutter.

"Come on." He smiles.

"Calum, leave her alone." Michael says, elbowing Calum.

He rolls his eyes, "I'll just go upstairs then."

Calum runs upstairs and I look over at Ashton.

"Honestly, just ignore him Emma. He's an idiot and he's always going to be like this." Ashton says.