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Chapter 9.

Morning hit hard. Or should I say this headache that hit my head hard? Pounding and throbbing as soon as my eyes opened. I looked to my right at my clock which read 2:36PM. It was the afternoon? I trembled and shivers went through me as soon as I swung my legs over the bed. The covers fully leaving me as I realized I was in a baggy black shirt. Someone took me home last night. Of course I remember that. But I don't remember the most important part, besides if we had sex. Which was who he was. The huge shirt was comfy and smelt like me so I couldn't tell who it was from scent. I hugged myself already afraid to turn around as I heard shifting behind me. The covers moving slightly and groaning. I slowly turned around moaning in pain at my pounding head. My eyes stung and my stomach hurt. I was going to throw up any minute. All I could see was his longish curly hair. Instantly I knew who it was.

"Ashton?" I questioned climbing on to the bed to shake him awake. Just to make sure. My heart was racing. Did we...Did we have sex? No, we couldn't have. This is terrible. He groaned. He flipped over towards me and opened one eye. The sun shining through my window reflected over his glossy Hazel eyes making them a slight green. I tried to speak and ask questions but as soon as I opened my mouth a huge pressure in my head and stomach shot at the same time making me groan and moan and lay down next to him. He sat up quickly and picked me up and brung me to the toilet. I quickly leaned over it as he helped me get some falling hairs out of my face. My throat burned and my eyes were teary. I sounded horrid as I puked up everything I ate and drank last night. Right after I wiped my mouth I realized how terrible im going to feel, emotionally and physically for a long time. I never want to take acid again. Of course the trip is amazing and feels like a whole new planet and your on cloud 9. But I made to many mistakes in between. Here I am puking into the toilet while Ashton, My best friend and My best friends boyfriend, rubs my back soothingly. Right as I caught my breath. I asked, still leaning over the toilet.

"We didn't have sex right." I hoped for the best possible answer. And luckily that's what I got.

"No, we didn't." I sighed. "But we did kiss a little." He said a little bit after. I groaned and turned around to face him after standing up. I gave him a dirty look.

"How could you?" I spat leaving the bathroom. I know I'm wrong for kissing Ash and its 50% my fault too, but I was tripping and drunk as hell.

"Jay. Please listen to me. It doesn't really matter that much-"

"And why the hell not!? You have a girlfriend Ashton! And your my best friend!"

"No, I don't have a girlfriend, anymore," He looked down to his feet as my face softened a bit and I moved closer to him. I pulled him over to my bed where we both pulled ourselves under the covers.

"Vent. Tell me about it Ash." I demanded as his arm supported his head and mine did the same. All my ears were open and something obviously still felt wrong about being in my bed with a half naked Ashton, while I as well was pretty much half naked as well. But as his friend I must be there for him and comfort him.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, we were at rehearsals I had my head phones in and was practicing my drums while she was yelling and screaming my name to get my attention. I couldn't hear her obviously, but she got pissed, she didn't notice I had my head phones in. The day had already been so frustrating and stressful, the whole band was stressed and worried,"

"About?"

"Well, about you really," I sighed, He continued.

"Well, Luke went to go check on you and me and Meg got into a fight. I yelled because she was getting all mad and angry at me for no reason at all. She started calling me names, I didn't call her any, I love her to much, I'd never say anything mean. But she just shouted and at first I tried to calm her but she didn't want to hear it. Or my "sorry's." she was "fed up." I ended up laughing, which just made her more mad. the whole argument was stupid. That's why I was laughing. But anger over took her more and more by the second. Her eyes were like fire, lit a flame and fueled by me. I didn't know what to say after she said, "God Ashton, your so immature and you never have time for me or listen to me! Why am I dating you!" She stormed out of the room in fury and I was completely speechless."