As If

Like wise

×Ezaray×

"Like this Is actually going to work."
I scoffed. I try to refrain from rolling my eyes, knowing very well that he can't see me anyway.

"Like it wouldn't." He persisted.
"Ashton, no." I stomped.

"Did you just pitch a kiddy fit?" He laughed.

"You know we're on the phone right? I'm sorry I can't see it though." He teased.

"You're not helping your case." I whined.

"Ezaray, I am begging you." I can't, I won't risk my life on this.

"No." I stomped. Damn it Stop, you're not five.

"Ezzy," he sighed.
"You're going to break the floor boards."

"They're my floor boards, I will break them if I want to!" I sassed.

"See! This is why I want you to be my girlfriend! You've got fire!" He reasoned.

"You're FAKE girlfriend." I reminded.
"It's not a big deal."  It's a huge deal.

"You know how dramatic your actual girlfriend is right?!" I checked.
"Which is why I don't think it's a good time to introduce her to paparazzi, and crazed fans."

His girlfriend, Brooke, is an influential psychotic. If she gets the wrong idea I'm pretty sure she'd have me killed.

"I don't Wanna, Ashton." I pouted.
"I wanna feel safe."

"The fans aren't that bad." I could practically hear his eye roll through the telephone.

"I wasn't talking about the fans." I muttered.

"Brooke is not crazy!" He scolded.
"Have you had her tested?" I quipped.
"No.." he was hesitant. I bit back a laugh, "Ashton.." I pressed.

"Calum says it's rude." He mumbled.
"Screw calum." I snapped.

"I'm sure he'd love to screw you." Ashton giggled.

"I am seconds away from hanging up." I warned.

"Nooo." He whined.

"What do you want?" I groaned.
"Let me exploit you." He replied with just as much aggravation.

"And that my best friend, is the way to every woman's heart." I answered in a sickly sweet tone.

"You're hardly a woman." He scoffed.
"You stomp your foot every five minutes."

"I do not!" I stomped again.
"Damn it!" I screeched.

"I'm not asking for much, Ezzy. A few fake dates and some pictures." He said in a more serious tone.

I sighed, taking a moment of silence to think things over before giving him his answer. His stupid, stupid answer.

"Fine." I caved.
"When do we start?"

"Yes!" He cheered.
"I knew you'd give in. Actually I just uploaded a pic to Insta with a cute caption." He giggled, and right then my phone went off.

I pulled it away from my ear to check.
I unlocked it to see that he did  indeed
Tag me in a picture of me....sleeping.
'My boo-bear's lovely when she sleeps.' He captioned.

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin!" I seethed.
"Ezaray Westlyn Rose." He laughed.

"This isn't funny." I growled.
"I think it's adorable."

"Take it down or so help me God, I will post the picture of you on the toilet." I warned.

"You wouldn't dare." He challenged.
"Are you really going to test me? Do you know me at all?!" I snapped.

"Fine." He surrendered.
My phone buzzed again with another notification. I had been tagged in another photo. By Ashton. Along with about a thousand new followers.

Anyone who knew of Ashton knew we were best friends, so I already had a staggering amount of followers, but since he made our 'relationship' public the amount went up.

"That's it." I broke through his giggling fit.

"What?" He stopped confused.
"No, Ezaray, please. They have enough embarrassing pictures of me." He whined.

"You asked for it, Irwin." I smirked, uploading the picture Michael had sent me.

"Pay back, Fletcher." He quoted my caption.

"That's not very romantic."

A/N:  new story. I hope you like it, let me know what you think, vote, comment, share. ♡♡♡