Trust [a. irwin]

twenty-four

"You guys are so stupid." I chuckle, looking over at Luke, Calum and Michael all trying to cuddle on the sofa together.

"They're completely stupid." Ashton mutters.

"Says you!" Luke yells.

Calum groans, "Luke, you're yelling in my ear."

"Oh like you aren't used to girls yelling all the time!" Luke replies.

"You're both so dumb." Michael mutters, yet he cuddles closer to Luke.

"How do you put up with them?" I whisper, looking up at Ashton.

We're both on the floor for some reason, I don't know why.

He looks down to my hand that he's playing with before looking to me, "I don't know."

I just sigh, "I don't know how I've put up with you guys."

"We're not that bad, are we?" He questions.

"You guys are okay."

"Excuse me but we are more than okay." Calum says.

"Whatever." I mutter.

"Emma loves us she just pretends to hate us." Michael replies.

I roll my eyes, "Whatever you say."

"You love us." Luke mumbles.

"I think you're all dumb." I reply.

"We aren't dumb." Michael mutters.

Ashton just holds onto me tighter, giggling through this whole conversation.

"I mean, we are pretty dumb." Ashton chuckles.

"Why do you always take Emma's side? Why do you always turn on us? Why do you hate us?" Calum questions, slapping the back or Ashton's head.

Ashton rolls his eyes, "Sorry."

"It's because he loves her." Michael teases.

Both Ashton and I roll our eyes this time.

"I'm going to have to go soon." I mumble to Ashton.

"Please don't." Ashton whispers.

"It's getting late, I actually have to be at home sometimes, I can't always be here." I chuckle.

"No..." He whines.

I go to stand up, but Ashton moves and gets up before me so he can help me up.

He walks with me to the door and I smile up at him.

"I'm sorry that the guys are still so annoying." He chuckles.

"No, it's okay. I have to stop at Britney's before heading home so don't call me so quickly again this time." I tell him.

He nods, waving as I head out to my car.

-

I get home and my eyes widen in shock as I see my dad sitting on the sofa, completely drunk.

"Fuck." I mutter under my breath, rushing upstairs.

I get to my room, quickly closing the door and sitting down.

"Emma! Hey!" He yells.

I panic, grabbing my phone and call Ashton.

"Em?"

"A-Ashton I- I-"

"Emma? What wrong? Breathe, talk to me." He quickly says.

"He- he's so drunk."