airports // 5sos au

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| ashton |

I've been over to Meghan's house a few more times since last Saturday. Her mom and her older sister had been busy with- well I don't know why they've been busy, but they are. Since they were out and Meghan's dad is away on business, she's been having to watch her younger siblings after school. Babysitting younger siblings while doing homework is extremely difficult, so I've been going over to her house to help.

"I'm hungry," Nessa announces as she sits on my feet.

"What for?" I ask. Her back is leaned against my shins and she lays her head down just above my knees. She manages to look at me while I chuckle because she looks upside down.

"I don't know, like a snack or something," She mutters.

"What about you, Andy?" Meghan speaks up. She is sitting close to me on the couch with a new script in her lap.

"I'm hungry, too," Andy nods as he continues to watch an old SpongeBob SquarePants episode.

"What sounds good, you guys?" Meghan asks.

"Something sweet," Nessa grins.

"How about we make some cookies?" I suggest. Nessa and Andy agree immediately and I turn to face Meghan. She highlights another line of hers and sighs before looking up at me. I can tell that she isn't completely keen to the idea, so I stick out my bottom lip and flutter my eyelashes. She giggles and reluctantly mumbles, "Oh okay, Irwin."

"C'mon kiddos, let go make some cookies!" I say excitedly as I stand up. Nessa and Andy quickly run to the kitchen but Meghan stays on the couch.

"You're coming, too," I nudge her with my knee.

"No, I have stuff to do," She protests.

"Too bad, Summers," I sigh as I take the script from her.

"Hey! Give that back," She glares at me and tries to grab her papers but I keep moving them out of her reach. This goes on for a minute or two before she holds her highlighter near my face.

"Give it back, or I'll draw on your face," She warns.

"No, you won't," I scoff. She smirks as she presses the highlighter to my cheek and begins to doodle all over my face.

"Having fun?" I laugh. She looks up at me and hits the center of my forehead with the highlighter's plastic end.

"A blast," She smirks and reaches for the papers once more. I laugh and quickly slide the script up my shirt. She stares at me for a moment and furrows her eyebrows. Then suddenly, she slides her hands inside my shirt. I gasp due to her surprisingly cold hands and she grabs the script before I can process what she just did.

"Thank you," She chuckles as she sets her script onto the couch, "Now, c'mon, we have cookies to make."

I stand there dumbfounded as she walks out of the room and down the hall. A minute passes and I find myself chuckling. I can't help but blush due to the fact that I can still feel her touch on my torso.

"Having fun?" Meghan smirks as she stands in the doorframe.

"A blast," I repeat her words sarcastically. She rolls her eyes and walks farther into the room to grab my hand and pull me forward. She giggles as she leads me out into the hallway. I intertwine our fingers and we walk to the kitchen.

Nessa and Andy smile at us as they set a large blue bowl onto the granite counter.

"Ashton, can you please get the bag of chocolate chips out of the pantry?" Nessa asks. I nod and Meghan squeezes my hand before she lets go. I get the bag and let Andy read off the ingredients needed for the cookies.

Minutes later, the butter and sugars are stirred together in a bowl and we're mixing together flour, salt, and baking soda in a separate bowl.

"Meg, where's the flour?" I ask.

"Right here," She giggles and tosses a handful of flour onto the top of my head.

"What the-"

"Hey, there are children in here," She interrupts with a smirk as she sets the bag of flour onto the counter

"The things I would say if they weren't," I narrow my eyes and reach my hand into the bag of flour.

"You wouldn't dare," She points to my hand.

"Try me," I smirk as I toss a handful of flour onto her shirt. She gasps and stares at the white powder on her blue t-shirt.

"Is that how you wanna play, Irwin?" She says slowly as she gets more flour.

"It just might be, Summers," I tease as I grab another handful of flour.

Suddenly, there's flour being thrown everywhere. It's on my pants, my shirt, my feet, in my hair and the same goes for Meghan. Nessa and Andy are screaming and laughing as they run around trying not to get hit with flour.

"I can't believe you," She gasps as she brushes flour off of her arms.

"I can't say that I'm sorry," I laugh. She steps forward and grabs my hands. I intertwine our fingers and we stand there close to each other and grinning like we don't have a care in the world. I can't tell who begins to lean closer first, but before I can think straight the kitchen door opens.

"Uh, am I interrupting something?"