Somewhat Of A New Beginning

SNB chapter 3

This chapter is dedicated to @CrayolaCreation for the amazing cover!! I know it’s been like a year but here it is anyway. Please vote and comment!

Ashton’s POV

I was awoken by her singing- again. For the past two days she had been painting that damn wall and singing as loud as possible. I think she was doing just to annoy the fuck outta me.

My sheets were like clouds and I didn’t want to get out of them but glancing up at my clock I realized I couldn’t lie in bed any longer. Crawling out of bed I had an idea; grabbing my cigarettes I felt like I needed a smoke. I lit up on my balcony and watched her sing to herself and paint. I always knew she would grow to be an amazing artist; she could do anything she put her mind to. I felt my smile grow as she started to belt out a line and she began to bob her head to the beat. Her music choice on the other hand wasn’t the best- a bunch of guys screaming, you could barely understand what they were saying.

“Could you possible keep the dying noises to a minimum?” I asked loud enough that I knew she would hear me. I watched as her back tensed and her head snapped in my direction. Her eyes narrowed and stepped out into the summer air. Her red locks were tied up into a knot and paint covered her pj clad body.

“Why? Is it as bad as your snoring?” she asked eyebrows rose. I snored really badly and that was my dirty little secret.

“Close your door and you’ll be fine.” I remarked taking a drag and flicking the ashes.

“You could always do the same Ashton…. Or does having the door closed scare you?” she mention the last bit in a baby voice. She used to make so much fun of me because I had to sleep with the door open.

Before I could come up with another comeback she retreated back into her room but stopped at the door frame.

 “Put some clothes on, no wants to see your fat.” She glanced back at me and smirked. She thought she was funny. Because I didn’t have an ounce of fat on me, all muscle.

Max’s POV

That fucker! He just wanted to rile me up; well it didn’t work but….. Maybe it did. He looked so good in his plaid boxers, built and lean. His blonde hair was straight up bed head, and his smirk! How I have missed his cocky self. Not to mention his tattoo; sexy as hell, a cross over his heart. I wonder what it means.

While baby and I were playing fetch out front I watched as Ashton got into a nice looking mustang, black of course. He had a bright blue bag on his shoulder; it was clearly a sports bag.  Once I looked closer I saw a white football embroidered on it; our schools colors were royal blue and white, Go Rockets! Great so now he is a jock and not just any jock; a football jock.

I remember when he told me he wanted to try out for football; we were walking to the bus stop in 6th grade; the sun was shining bright for 8 in the morning.

“Mina, why don’t you like Matt?” Ashton asked taking my batman bookbag from me.

“Because he is a jerk who thinks he is the best because he plays stupid football.” I respond, taking my awesome- best gift ever- bag back.

He gives me that “are you serious” face where one eyebrow raises and his face tilts to the side a bit. He takes my bag back and stops me from fighting over it when he says “Would you hate me?”

I giggle and say “Hate, never. Even if you never give me my batman bookbag back. In fact I know what I am getting you for your birthday; that way you stop taking mine to look cool.” I say stopping at the end of our street and covering my eyes from the sun.