thirty two
"Oh, Shannon! It's so nice to see you!" A cheery voice called from the living room of Ashton's home. It only took me a second to recognize the voice belonged to Jenna.
"It's nice to see you too," I smiled as I waved at her kindly. She was sitting up on the couch with a blanket wrapped tightly around her frail body. Her eyes hung low in exhaustion and her bones seemed to be growing weaker each day. I couldn't help but feel upset at the sight of her, I truly wanted to find a way for her to get that surgery, but my mind was dry of any more ideas. Each day, she seemed to be getting worse and worse and it was unbearable to realize I wasn't able to help unless I could come up with the money for the operation.
"Ashton! What the hell did I tell you about taking my damn cigarettes!" A voice screamed from the kitchen, I had to assume it was Ann. "Buy your own damn death sticks!" Jenna jumped slightly at the noise and giggled to herself at the slang Ann was using.
Suddenly, the angered women then quickly rushed out into the living room with her purse in hand as she scrambled through it frantically. Her attitude was very different from the last time I saw her, I knew she was rude, but obviously, she was also a very angry person.
All of a sudden, she looked up and noticed me standing quietly beside Jenna. She squinted her eyes for a moment before scuffing and stomping back into the kitchen.
"Excuse her, she's late for some date," Jenna chuckled as she slouched back into the couch.
"A date?" I questioned. Jenna nodded her head and sighed.
"Well, more like some random rich man she's using for money is taking her to buy some fancy new shoes." She lifted her weak arms and gave me a sarcastic thumbs up.
"I see," I mumbled with a smile before looking in the direction of Ann who was now rushing out of the front door.
"You better check on Ashton, he's clearly in one of his moods," Jenna stated as she began to stand up.
"Yes, I will do that," I said kindly as she slowly made her way down the hallway and into her bedroom. I sighed and walked until I found myself planted in front of Ashton's bedroom door. My hand slowly balled up and gave the wooden door three quick knocks, then I waited patiently for him to answer.
Abruptly, the door swung open violently and a large hand tightly wrapped around my small wrist. Swiftly, I was pulled into the room with a harsh jerk.
"What the hell-" My words were soon cut off by a pair of lips crashing onto mine. My eyes then widened as I was shoved against the closed door behind me, which certainly wasn't a quiet move on his part.
After some getting use to, I was finally able to let my eyes fluttered shut as I focused on how his smooth lips danced against mine rather roughly. Our heads tilted slightly as both of us tried our hardest to deepen the kiss even further. This was certainly a different side of Ashton, but for some reason, the way he vigorously pursued our embrace left me wanting more. It was different from any kiss we had ever shared after all. This was far more intimate than what I was used to.
As the seconds went by, I noticed that the soft fabric of my leggings seemed to have Ashton's grip focused on my hips and ass, to be expected. Soon, the kiss was broken long enough for a single word to slip out of his mouth.
"Jump." I obeyed his request with ease as I was suddenly lifted off of the soft carpet below. His two large hands grasped onto my thighs as I brought my hands farther up his neck until I was able to cup his cheeks. The familiar, rough stubble beneath my fingers seemed to put me at ease. Within just a second, I was gently pushed against the door once again. My legs were now wrapped tightly around his hips as he continued to grasp at my thighs.
After a few minutes, Ashton suddenly pulled me away from the door and made his way to the corner of his room. This seemed to make my heart jump out of my own chest.
Within just a few moments, he quickly tossed me onto his newly made bed. My body landed gently onto the pillows below, and before I could even flinch, Ashton slammed his lips against mine once again and crawled between my spread legs. Delicately, I placed my hands on his soft neck as he slipped one hand under my bulky sweater and made use of my bare, lower back to pull me even closer to him.
Minutes had passed before I decided to take charge. Quickly, I placed a firm hand on his chest and rolled the two of us over. Somehow, our kiss remained unbroken throughout the entire maneuver. He was now laying beneath me as I straddled his waist. I could feel him smirking against my lips as he slowly brought a hand down to my ass and grasped it tightly. A short gasp escaped my lips which gave Ashton the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, which he gladly managed to achieve. After all we had just been through, I didn't even hesitate.
After a few minutes, Ashton quickly began to tug at the waistband of my leggings, which churned the preexisting butterflies in my stomach.
I was then hastily startled when he lightly, but quickly pushed me off of him. My entire body then rolled over and fell beside his. Confusion soon washed all over my face as he sat up and turned to hover over me. His hair was now tangled and his eyes hung low as an angered expression returned to his face.
"I swear if you ever try to turn me on like that again, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself," He stated clearly as he stared into my eyes. My mind thought back to the tactic I had used to try and win the little argument we had before Calum interrupted us. I couldn't help but grin at my success in breaking him.
"Well, I am pretty good at that aren't I? But, I certainly didn't expect you to do anything about it," I smirked as I sat up and sat beside him. He rolled his eyes and smiled slightly signifying that his angry attitude was disappearing.
"Eh, you're not half bad," he answered with a shrug.
"Hey!" I laughed as I gave his arm a playful slap.
"Also, you're fucking crazy if you think I'm not going to take advantage of an opportunity to make out with you."
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Exactly two years ago today, I began writing this story. Within two years I certainly haven't gained a very large amount of readers and this is something I am not proud of. I really am grateful to those of you who have continued to read over this time, but I am having a hard time wanting to write this when I know only a few people read it.
So I ask you kindly, to help me by leaving some recommendations for this story so I could try to gather more readers. Otherwise, it may sadly come to the point where I give up on it all together.
This really saddens me and I hope that I will find some great ways to make my story better.
thanks to all of my supporters in this long journey :)