❀I'm A Trainwreck❀

P A R T T W E N T Y O N E

✰ Jon's POV: ✰

I felt Ashland moving around in my bed, she was gearing up to get up... I think, but no, not on my watch. My girlfriend, cuddle buddy, and the person I think of as my lifesaver, is most certainly not going anywhere. I'm cold, I don't want her to go anywhere..

I wrapped my strong arm around her perfect waist, and I was somehow and someway able to pull her back down onto the bed, her head falling onto the pillow. Damn, she looked hot as hell. Her hair was in a mess. Wait, her hair wasn't like that before. What time even is it? What happened earlier tonight? Everything seems like a blur. Hmm, this oughta be an interesting conversation me and Ash are going to have in the morning when we actually wake up.

Ash groaned at me. I shook my head and mumbled into her ear, "You ain't goin' nowhere, baby girl."

"But, but, Jon, please.. I need to get up for a sec. My bladder will burst in your bed, then you'll have to change sheets and everything. You don't want that, do you?" Ooh, damn, spicy! Ash is being sassy, I can see. No complaining coming from me, though.

I laughed mentally. I knew that irregardless, I was going to be changing out my sheets when she leaves tomorrow, so it will low-key be an excuse not to spend my time tomorrow doing what I had originally planned on doing.. Damn, I am a wild animal, especially when it comes to sexual activities. I'm glad I have a girl to do a few of those activities with here and there, but I don't think self pleasure is a bad thing, per se. It ain't killed me yet, so I think I'm alright. Though, I wish I could remember what in the hell happened before we headed up here to bed. Like I know I threw a house party, there is no denying that. The other details are foggy, maybe I'll remember when I wake up in the morning.

"Eh, I wouldn't even complain. I have to change my sheets constantly, anyway," I quickly shot up to defend myself. "Not that I'm goin' into any detail about that!"

Ashland didn't say anything for about a minute or two until she had said this, "I wasn't interrogating you or anything, damn! Stop being so defensive, boy! Now, Mister Langston, can I use your bathroom?" She blinked her eyes slowly, in which it had caught both mine and my little friend's attention.

"Fuck.." I muttered softly under my breath. "Yes, Miss Craft, you can go and use my bathroom. Bring that sweet and hot ass back to bed though when you're finished."

As she laughed, gave me a sexy smirk, she ended up going to go and use the bathroom. But for me? I ended up laying back down on the bed, and I shifted myself into a comfortable position so I could get all my thoughts and everything else together. Hmm, maybe if I think hard enough, I may be able to remember everyone who came to the party, and all the events that led me up to my bedroom. Uh, hey, at least I made it to my bedroom. Normally when I drink, I'd be asleep on the couch or the bathroom floor. The bathroom floor one is a long ass story, we'll just say that.

Flashback to hours prior:

My house party, it starts at seven thirty. I can't wait to see everyone and everything. It's not an extraordinary party or anything. I invited a few of my friends over, nothing too crazy. Oh, and Ashland. I definitely can't and wouldn't forget about her.

She was the first person I asked to come out for tonight, actually. She seemed quite hesitant, but I'm glad she's coming by either way. No, I didn't force her, I reassured her that there wasn't going to be that many people coming over- which isn't a lie, at all. It's literally only going to be me, her, and some of my buddies. Not too extravagant, not too over the top, just perfect for me.