fool's gold ↝ n.h a.u

one || the blue eyed boy

"Ashton, you're babysitting Sophie tonight. I'm going out with your father." My mother called, her almost annoyingly loud voice ringing through the house. Though I'm used to it, every time my friend comes, they always stare at me like 'holy shit is that your mom or a dying hyena?'. Every time.

Ugh. Sophie is my little sister, and she's ten. I'm seventeen, and I'm sure Sophie will make me take her to the mall or something. She's already into fashion, at least enough for her age. You know, sparkly pony shirts and denim shorts with tights under them, etc. Thats not what she wears though; I guess I taught her well.

"Fine, mom!" I yell back, internally groaning. Sophie would be fine without me being a babysitter, but I've already tried to leave her alone once. My mom found out, and I got in a lot of trouble. I don't see why Sophie can't take care of herself. I was self-capable at ten.

"Ash, can we go to the mall when Mom leaves?" I heard Sophie ask me, and I rolled my eyes. I glanced down to see a girl only inches shorter than me with her dirty blonde hair in a braid. She wore a blue hoodie with Aeropostale printed on the front and dark blue skinny jeans.

"Fine," I replied, causing Sophie to grin. "But, you need to change. We might go to the movies later." I don't know why, but i'm in a really good mood.

"Good. I'm meeting my friends there, and you can just let us go. We'll stay together."

"Okay," I answered absently, not paying attention to her. I had better things to do, but at least I could see if there were any new clothes at Hollister, my favorite lazy day clothes shop.

I then sat on the couch, looking through Twitter. I considered asking my boyfriend if he wanted to go to the mall with us, but decided against it. I didn't really want to see him anyway. It wasn't like we were fighting or anything, but I don't really like him. Some people say that I shouldn't be in a relationship if I don't care about it, but it would be odd if the most popular girl in the eleventh grade didn't have a boyfriend.

"Alright, Ash, I'm leaving. Sophie told me you two are going to the mall. Don't let her get lost, and we'll be back around midnight. See you later. Text me if you need me," My mom told me, grabbing her purse and keys. I saw her close the door, and I went upstairs to my room to get ready. I sat at my vanity, putting on my usual amount of makeup, then found something to wear. It ended up being a pair of high waisted blue jeans, and a simple, white, cropped tank. I grabbed a pair of black Toms, then my phone.

"Soph, let's go!" I called, and watched her come from her room. At least she was dressed decently; I had seen some of the clothes other ten-year-olds wore. I walked to my car, Sophie following, and began the fifteen minute drive to the mall.

I listened to Sophie talk about some guy at her school who she thinks likes her, and she was irritating me. I pretended to listen after a few minutes, nodding occasionally, until I finally reached the parking lot.

"My friends told me to meet them at the food court, so I'm going over there," Sophie said, looking at her phone. "I'll see you in an hour and a half. I'll meet you at Hollister, okay?"

"Yeah," I replied, not really caring. I planned on going to Aeropostale first, and made my way over to the store as Sophie ran off to the food court. I looked through a few racks, giving a few shirts disgusted looks. I saw a few things that were okay, but I figured it was pointless.

I made my way out of the store, checking my phone in the process. I didn't see any notifications, and was about to put my phone in my back pocket when I felt myself bump into something - no, someone.