fanfiction :: ashton irwin

23 - naughty things

*i tried to give her parents different names, but Ross and Rachel just works sorry hahaha*

Me: um why would I stop talking to Ashton?

Luke: why would you keep talking to him?

Me: what?

Luke: I'm serious Maddie, what are you planning to get out of all of this? You have two completely different lives, be realistic

Me: stop avoiding my question, why do I need to stop?

Me: are you jealous or something? Hahaha

Luke: sure, I think you're a cool girl

Me: I meant are you jealous of me, lol. You knowwww Lashton

Luke: what

Me: oh nevermind, you two are so uneducated

Luke: you're weird hahah

Luke: so are you gonna stop

Me: not until you give me a reason why I should! Then I will think about it

Luke: I love you, it's me you want to talk to, not him lol

Me: nice try hahaha (srsly I'm freaking out on the inside)

Luke: ugghhhhh this is hader than I thought it'd be

Me: is HE Lke being different BECAUSE OF ME? Like in a bad way?

Luke: no

Me: well what is it!?!?

Luke: I can't tell you

Me: I can't tell if you want me to stop texting him for personal reasons or to help me

Luke: a bit of both

Luke: I have something on my phone that would convince you to stop talking to him

Me: omg ur nudes?

Luke: lol no, but I know about yours

Luke: ugh ok I shouldn't have said that

Luke: Maddie?

Luke: I'm sorry, but I'm serious text me instead sweetheart :)

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Today's Christmas.

Cue the ugly elves and repetitive carols in the background.

Ashton and I have barely been talking lately. I'm always the first one to start the conversation which is annoying. We'll say hi, ask what's up, and then "forget" to text after that.

I miss him and I hate myself for it. He obviously doesn't miss me. He may not even like me for all I know.

The truth is, I don't trust him anymore. Between the FaceTime call and what Luke said, I've become a little more...suspicious. Luke basically told me that he's seen the picture I sent to Ashton. And I don't understand. Ashton told me that he didn't, but I guess he's lying about that too.

So, here I am laying on our couch underneath a mountain of blankets. It's pretty damn cold here in Colorado, around -9 degrees. My dad was worried that I was cold and just scavenged the house for anything warm. He brought me blankets I didn't even know we had. Every time he'd find one, he'd just throw it on my face and I'd laugh.

This is why I love my dad.

"Maddie, your dad tells me there's a boy you're talking to," My mom says as she sits on top of my legs.