Lets play a game

Cry yourself dry because your mad...not because your hurt

As I awoke from one of the best sleeps in my entire life...I still felt his two muscular arms wrapped around my torso. His head placed just above mine on the pillow, chin resting on top of my head. I was comfortable and had no intentions of moving what-so-ever. That was true until I heard voices coming from down the hall. Knowing I had to get him away from me, I thought to myself why not have a little fun waking him up seeing as the tension floating around us was going to be thick anyways, why not just use it to my advantage.

I slowly pulled his arms away from my torso careful not to wake him. I slowly but surely wiggled my way away from Ashton. Before starting my devious plan I gazed at him for a few short seconds. Taking in how much lighter his hair got over the summer due to what little sun we do get here in western Washington. Though there is little sun for the amount we get most people get decently tanned, just as he is.

He slowly turned over so he was now lying on his back. Perfect, this way it would be easier. I smirked knowingly as I eyed back down next to him slowly pressing small light kisses up his nicely toned chest. I accelerated upwards at a decent speed not to fast not to slow before placing one gently on the corner of his mouth. He groaned groggily before reaching out for me. I moved just quickly enough for him to miss me as I Jumped off my bed and ran to my closet to get dress.

 I had the biggest closet in the house. My room was the third biggest in our five bedroom house. My parents Brigan and Sebastian had the biggest room with an en suit and walk in closest. My brother somehow managed to get the second biggest room, much to my dismay. But I had the biggest closet, meaning I bought a lot more clothes than anybody else in the family. Unfortunately since I lost a decent amount of weight when I was in Italy, which is surprising seeing as how many carbs I devoured while I was there for three months, many of my clothes were going to be big on me or just not fit me the way they used to. Knowing this I decide to go with clothes that wouldn’t fall off of me or hang on me in odd places.

I picked a black long sleeved dress that stopped at about mid-thigh. I pulled on a pair of see threw black tights and thigh high black socks. So I wasn’t wearing so much black, I wrapped a shiny white belt around me and threw on and tied a pair of white casual heels.

When I walked out of my closet, Ashton was gone from my bed and nowhere to be seen. I breathed out a sigh of relief not wanting to face him again right at this moment. I walked into my bathroom, pulled out my curling wand and proceeded to curl my long blond hair. It’s lighter, much lighter due to all of the sun in Italy. I actually like it this light I might keep it this color. Once I’m done curling my air which took Forty minutes due to my hairs length, I walk down into the kitchen where my father was cooking breakfast. It smelt amazing, aside from the bacon. Now, don’t hate on me right now, I’m vegetarian. As I walked closer to my dad I seen he’s was making an omelet. He didn’t add any meat into it so I knew it was mine. I looked at it for a second before going into the downstairs bathroom to wash my hands.

When I was done I came back out to the kitchen to see my mom had just taken a seat right next to my dad leaving me having to sit right next to, Ashton. Just as I started making my way over to the table he winked at me knowingly. Oh how much I wanted to smack the shit out of him right now. Thankful my dad had already placed my food on the table.