Beside You~a.i.

Ch. 18: Aftermath of a Near Kiss Experience

~Bailey's POV~:
I woke to someone violently shaking me by my shoulders. Who the frick would wake me up on a day where I can sleep in till like 4pm if I please? Whoever did obviously hates me.

"Bailey get up!!! Bailey!!!" The female voice was recognizable as Ava's and I instantly groaned. What is she bugging me about now? I just want to sleep.

"Bailey if you don't get your lazy...butt..." She hesitated when deciding what word to use, she really doesn't swear that often unless she's really pissed off. "...out of this bed right now I'm going to get your boyfriend over here!" That's the best she could come up with? I don't even have a boyfriend and Ashton, who she's obviously referring to, well let's just say the mixed emotions going on in my head about him will not lead me to be influenced by his presence, or not, right now. I'm not leaving this bed for a while, nothing is going to change that, not even a drummer with insane biceps...yeah I noticed his large upper body muscle...so?

"Ava go away..." I spoke into my pillow so my voice was muffled and most likely impossible to understand. It probably came out more like, "Aha goat ha way." Half of that contains actual words in the English dictionary, I'll be impressed if she understood me.

"Fine you asked for it..." I heard the sound of her footsteps getting further away and I smiled in the satisfaction of winning this small war.

After a few minutes her footsteps were heard as she approached me once again. Great. Something that was definitely a thick hot liquid covered my head and body in an instant causing me to shriek in discomfort and sit up in a flash. I looked down at my hands and saw the yellow goo that was still slightly burning my skin, not much but it stung a little. Is this...cheese? No! Ew!!!! If there is one food that will get me running away in terror, it's cheese. It's old, stale, milk that's been through a bunch of disgusting factory processes that nobody knows about! The thought about it basically being expired milk makes me want to throw up right here and right now. Ava knows how much I despise cheese so of course she used it as a weapon against me...

I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower, hopping in as soon as the water wouldn't turn me into a cheesicle. I let the water wash the disgusting muck from my body and hair. Ava showed no mercy in that counterattack...cheese...of course. If only I had a stash of grasshoppers with me, Ava hates those little gross things more than I hate cheese, which is pretty hard to do.

Once all of the cheese was no longer on me, and rather down the hotel shower drain, I put on one of those hotel robes that was hanging on a hook in the bathroom and left my hair in a wet mess. I felt something cold against my chest and realized I still had the locket Ashton gave me around my neck. I had slept in it, had hot cheese poured onto it, and then showered with it. I hope I didn't ruin it. I walked back out into the main room of the hotel room just in a robe with that necklace pressed against me.

I made my way over to my suitcase slowly and started to put an outfit together. I had already grabbed some dark, and I mean dark, blue skinny jeans and an oversized black sweater when a familiar voice very unlike Ava's caused me to freeze. "Bailey..." I squeezed my eyes shut and tried my best to convince myself that he was not in my room right now when all I have on is a robe.

"Yeah Ashton?" I kept my eyes shut to avoid the obvious embarrassment this was for me. I felt my cheeks getting warmer, blushing is something I really can't control. How'd he even get in here? Ava must have let him in and left while doing so, that little...Ashton's response disconnected me from my thoughts.

"This is a bad time...can we talk? When you're...um can we meet in the dressing room?" He sounded nervous and completely thrown off by something. I just pray that it's not about what happened last night. Yeah I noticed the way he leaned towards me, in fact I mimicked his actions, but I also noticed how he turned away before our lips met. The pained look on his face after he turned away was another image that caught my eye. I probably made the same face, he chose not to kiss me. The mixed signals I'm getting from this boy...geez.