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Five

3 Years ago/ Ashton POV:

"Ashton get down here." My mother yelled from the kitchen, I was in the middle of playing my box drum and groaned when she did. I get up from the drum and headed downstairs wondering what she wanted.

"Yeah mum?" I say as I grab two pieces of bread and plopped them in the toaster since I didn't have breakfast yet and I was starving.

"Remember that I'm having a Christmas party tonight so please help me prepare and get ready by 5:00, I need to go to the market to get some goodies." I nodded smiling at her. She grabbed her car keys and purse and kissed me on my forehead. "Be good tonight okay? No drumming and I hate to say that because you know how much I love your drumming just not tonight."

I nodded because I knew she loved how much I loved drumming but it was for the sake of the guests that were invited tonight and I also knew that this party was very important to her since she barely throws parties.

"Please make some sandwiches for Lauren and Harry, They are in the play room right now but I know they're going to come out in a little while asking for food." She chuckles. "You kids are always hungry."

"Okay I will." I wave goodbye. "Pick up some pop-tarts while your there, strawberry." She nods and waves back, closing the door. I hear my toast pop up from the toaster and I hurried towards it putting the pieces on a plate and grabbing another two slices from the bread bag since I was a growing 15 year old boy.

Once the second two pieces were done I open up the Vegemite and spread some on all four pieces and sat down on the couch the watch TV. I hear my phone buzz in my pocket and I grab it to check who it was.

Michael: come over.

Ashton: I cant my mum went out and I have to watch Lauren and Harry.

Michael: My parents aren't home.

Ashton: I'm not your girlfriend you horny fuck.

Michael: I'm going to ignore that. Guess what?

Ashton: what

Michael: I dyed my hair >:)

Ashton: Oh god what color

Michael: BLACK

Ashton: like your soul

Michael: ya

Ashton: I bet you look hot

Michael: wow dude don't go gay on me now

Ashton: nah you're not my type

Michael: ouch

"Ashie!!! I'm hungry!!!" I heard Harry whine, dashing out of the playroom to the kitchen with his thumb in his mouth. Lauren followed him texting on her iPhone .

Ashton: Gtg the kiddos want food

Michael: I want food too :(

Ashton: Make your own

Michael: Bitch

Ashton: <3

I stuffed my phone in my pocket and headed towards the kitchen where Harry and Lauren was, Harry was struggling to reach the handle of the fridge and Lauren waited patiently for the food she knew I was going to make. "Alrighty, do you guys want sandwiches? Mum said you guys were fine with that." I said opening the fridge for Harry and lifting him up so he could see what was inside. Lauren nodded with her eyes still glued to her phone.