Trust [a. irwin]

twenty-two

I've been stressing out trying to get most of my trip planned, and as usual, Ashton's annoying me.

"Emma, I'm bored!" He whines.

"Ashton! I have to plan this shit, it's getting too late! Don't you have work to do or something?!" I snap.

"Sorry." He mutters.

"I- I'm sorry. I need to get this done." I quietly reply.

"It's okay." He whispers.

"All we've done lately is fight..." I mumble.

"No. No we haven't been fighting. We're fine."

"Ashton, we've been fighting. I'm so stressed, it's my fault. I've just- I'm so stressed."

"It's my fault." He replies.

"No it isn't!"

"I don't want to stress you out more, it's my fault, okay?" Ashton says.

"It's my fault!" I reply, shoving him away from me.

"No it's not!" He exclaims, shoving me back.

"Yes it is!" I yell, continuously hitting his arm.

"That's it."

"No!" I exclaim, as he grabs my wrists and pinning to the bed.

"It's not your fault!" He replies, putting a leg on either side of my body.

"You're being ridiculous!"

"It's my fault!" He exclaims, trying to hold in a giggle.

"It's not funny!" I groan.

"We're fighting over who causes all of our fights." He quietly says, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

His face is just inches away from mine, he's staring down at me.

We just stare at each other for a while in silence.

Ashton shakes his head, "M-maybe I should move..."

"Yea." I mumble as he quickly moves away from me.

He clears his throat, and just looks away from me.

"I should keep doing this." I basically whisper, pulling my laptop back over to me.

"I- I should go. I need to go to record stuff soon anyways." He mumbles, getting off the bed.

I nod.

"Okay, bye." He mutters, before quickly leaving.

-

"Britney, everything is changing. It's changing so fast and I- I-"

"Em, hey, breathe. There's no need to have an anxiety attack over this." She says, sitting down on my desk.

I lay back on my bed and cover my face with my hands, trying to figure out what's going on.

Ashton and I have been so weird lately, I hate it.

I quickly sit up, "Do you think it's because I told him? Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have."

She laughs, "You really don't know?"

I give her a confused look and she comes over to sit with me.

"Em, he doesn't think of you as just a friend-"

"But-"

She groans, "Let me finish. He totally has feelings for you. And I'm pretty sure you have feelings for him too."