Thin White Lies | a.i.

Nine

"But I don't wanna get burgers!"

The sound of the high pitch, whiney voice causes another dramatic eyeroll to take over Lily's baby blue eyes. It wasn't like she didn't like the red head girl that had seemingly decided clinging herself to Ashton was a good idea. It was just that . . . well, okay. Maybe she didn't like her. So what?

Lily watched with a scrunched up face, her features basically oozing with disgust as the busty red head rubber herself against Ashton's arm. She physically groaned out loud, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.

It wasn't Ashton's fault, he really hadn't done anything, but Lily couldn't help but be mad at him. He'd done nothing since he'd woken up to stop the girls advances on him, which showed Lily only one thing. He simply did not care. Lily rolled her eyes once more. Last night had been a typical Saturday night in the Hemmings house since the boys had gotten back. Ashton, Luke, Michael and Cal would drink and drink and drink, and not stop drinking. They'd start at around five in the afternoon, with a beer or two, and by nine in the evening the band would have shots lined up on the bar in the games room.

The games room was a new addition to the home. One that had been added since Luke and the boys had left for Europe. It used to be Luke's 'hang out' room for when he had his friends over, but now the old couch had been pushed against a wall, the large flat screen TV usually played some sort of sports game on the screen, and there was almost never, ever popcorn or cuddles on display.

Granted, Lily loved the room. There was a wooden bar on the far wall, and a pool table in the centre. An air hockey table by the bar, and a ping-ball machine stuffed in the corner by the lounge.

So, yesterday evening started however any other Friday evening usually began. Lily got home from school, hanging out in her uniform at the kitchen counter while she did her homework in peace. The boys turned up some time around five or six with a case of beer or a bottle of liquor or two. Ashton flirted with Lily, complimenting how cute she looked in her pleated school skirt as he pulled her onto his lip, his beer resting on his knee and his free hand gripping at her waist.

Luke scolded his best friend for being 'touchy feely' with his annoying baby sister and Lily excused herself to her room immediately. Three hours had passed and Lily had done possibly everything under the sun to drown out the obnoxious sounds coming from the room below her. She'd tried reading, but eventually got so annoyed at Michael's screaming that she tossed the book at a wall. She tried listening to music through her head phones, only faintly hearing the boys shout as they encouraged each other to tip back shots. She ditched the idea pretty soon when all she could focus on was the sound of Ashton giggling, even through the loud sounds coming from her headphones.

And so eventually, Lily opted for taking a long ass shower, lathering herself in coconut body wash, lighting a salted caramel candle, turning off her bedroom light and snuggling under her covers in a mound of pillows. She opened her laptop and resumed playing season 3 of 'The Office: US' which she found recently she literally could not live without.

Identity theft is not a joke, Jim.

Ah, yes. She could finally relax.

"Lily!" Calum screamed as he burst through the younger Hemmings door. Lily sighed deeply, rubbing at her tired eyes. It was eight PM, was it too much to ask that she just watch TV in peace? "Oh! You're asleep. Sorryyyyyyyyyyy."

She could hear the sound of shuffling, and whispering in the hall. She rolled her eyes.

"No, Michael," Calum whispered loudly. Lily had to stifle a laugh at her drunk friend. "She's sleeping like cute a little baby."

"I don't care," Michael laughed. "Ashton is annoying me he keeps asking for her. Lily!" He shouted her name, his head popping into the door. Lily smirked, his bright green hair was all over the place, sticking out in different directions. "Your boyfriend is being whiney."

And that was how Lily was pulled out of bed and dragged down to the games room by a very drunk Calum and Michael.

"Lily!" Luke squeaked, a ginormous smile on his dumb face. "Come and have a shot, sis!"

She was sixteen. She'd hardly ever had more than two drinks in her entire life. She was lying in bed watching a sitcom instead of out partying with her friends. What the hell was one shot? Lily shrugged, bouncing into the room and toward the bar, where Luke was pouring vodka into five glasses.

Her fingers gripped the small glass, ready to tip her head back and let loose while she had the chance. Her mum was going to kill her, though. Oh, well.

"No!" She heard the sound of a childish cry, though she knew it was from a fully grown man. He raced forward from his previous place on the sofa, where he had been lying with his eyes closed lazily. Ashton grabbed the shot from her hand, tipping it down his own throat. "Don't corrupt my baby girl," he pouted at Luke, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Your what?" Luke blinked. "She's not yours, Ashton. She's mine."

Ashton's brows furrowed at his best friends slurred words. "No, that isn't right. She's my gir--"

"Okay!" Lily shouted, stopping Ashton from potentially putting Luke in a very, very bad mood. "What Luke means, Ashy, is that I'm his sister, not yours."

Ashton sent Lily a lopsided smirk, coming down to her level slightly. His eyes drooped lazily. "You're damn right you're not my sister, princess."

Lily's cheeks heated at his comment.

Luke tipped his own shot into his mouth, skipping happily over to Michael as he and Cal played guitar hero on the flat screen. Lily looked back toward Ash, her head cocking to the side as his eyes darkened. He grabbed at Lily's hips, lifting her by the waist and placing her roughly on the pool table. He knocked both of her knees with his hips, allowing himself access between her legs easily, as if he'd asked Lily for something as simple as a glass of water.

He dug his fingers into her hips, and Lily gasped slightly at the not so gentle contact. Ashton let his head fall lazily to her shoulder, kissing the exposed skin between her large tee shirt and her neck.

"A-Ash," she stuttered breathlessly, gripping his shoulders with both hands. "St-s-stop."

"No," he growled, literally growled, in Lily's ear. She could hardly breath, let alone think straight enough to push him away from her. What the hell did he think he was doing? This was by far the most intimate thing he'd done to her, and in front of her brother!? Drunk Ashton was deffinately something else. Void was the adorable, sweet and charming boy she knew in the early hours of the day, taken over by a much harsher, slightly less kept together and way sexier, dirty mouthed Ashton.

"Ashton," Lily snapped, trying to sound assertive, but failing miserably as her voice barely came out as a whisper. "Luke is right there. What if he sees?"

"Let him see," Ashton whispered raspily as he pulled at Lily's thighs, sliding her closer to him on the table. Her eyes fluttered closed at the new feeling of touching Ashton in places she hadn't before. Then, Lily almost completely lost it, as Ashton began biting and sucking harshly at the sweet spot he'd found behind Lily's ear. "I want everyone to know who's girl you are."

Lily was breathless as Ashton suddenly pulled away, a mischevious glint in his eyes as he hooked a finger under her chin, tilter her head to face him. He let his thumb glide along her bottom lip as he smirked, eyeing off his handly work, which no doubt resembed a deep, dark, purple bruise.

"There," he mused, biting his lip, his breath fanning Lily's lips. He tasted something like cigarettes and mint, and maybe a hint of rum. "Who do you belong to, little girl?"

Lily didn't have to think twice.

"You," she whispered.