Trust [a. irwin]

eight

"You better start getting ready to see your fuck buddy." Brit says.

"Where the fuck did 'fuck buddy' come from?" I question.

"Okay, get ready to see your future fuck buddy." She smiles.

I roll my eyes, "Thanks."

"Oh come on! It's going to happen!" She exclaims.

"No it's not!" I shout.

"Whatever you say." She mutters.

"What am I even supposed to wear?" I mumble.

"Something he can take of easily!" She yells at me as I walk into my bathroom.

"I'm not going to have sex with him!" I exclaim, turning back to look at her.

Brit just smirks in response.

She's just saying this because she knows it bothers me.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." I mutter before going to get dressed.

-

"Emma!" Ashton smiles.

"Hey." I smile back.

I sit across from him, and somehow we end up in a staring contest.

"I win!" I exclaim, after he blinks.

"You did not!" He laughs.

"You blinked! That means I won." I state.

"I didn't blink I swear!" He giggles.

I playfully roll my eyes, leaning back in my chair.

"What's up with you?" He asks.

"Nothing, really." I mumble.

I mean, I don't do anything.

"What about you?"

"Band stuff." He smiles.

"You haven't told me much about this band you're in." I tell him.

"It's just me and my three best friends, there's not much to tell." He replies.

"Oh, come on."

"That really is it!" He exclaims.

"Ashton."

"What?" He asks, eyebrows raised.

"Tell me more about this band!" I insist. "I mean, I really never listen to music from this generation anyways, so I don't know anything about bands right now. So tell me about yours."

"Fine." He sighs, "Michael, Calum and Luke, they're in the band with me. We're working on an album now, that's why we're all here."

"That's not-"

"Wait, why don't you come meet the guys sometime soon?" He says.

I give him a questioning look, "The guys? Your band?"

"Yes, the band." He chuckles.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Really though, are you scared of me?" He questions.

"No. Just.. I'm not good with people." I mumble.

"So you aren't just scared of me, you're scared of people in general."

"I'm not scared, just-" I groan, "I don't know."

We sit in silence before he speaks up.

"Can we go get drunk?" He asks.