"How did I die!" Ashton groaned, tossing the controller on the couch in anger. He was pissed, Michael had managed to beat him in the last three games they played.
Michael chuckled, kicking his feet up on the table. "Cause I fucking dominate." But of course, In the process, Michael had managed to knock over a beer bottle which luckily had nothing left in it.
Luke laughed loudly, on accident, because his girlfriend was just so "adorable and funny."
"Ew, relationships." Ashton whispered under his breath. Ashton was like the bitter old man of his friends, not just because he was the oldest, but mostly because he was constantly grumpy.
"Your just jealous." Calum chuckled, walking around the room with a white trash bag, throwing away old wrappers and empty beer bottles.
Ashton didn't bother replying because he had gotten in this argument plenty of times with his stupid friends. His knocked back his head and drank more of the vodka he had stolen from his parents liquor cabinet, not like they would notice anyway.
"Woah, Ash slow down. You still have to drive." Calum said, trying to move the alcohol from Ashton's area.
"Your seriously gonna make us go home in a fucking snowstorm?" Michael scoffed, sipping his beer. "We'd either die from the icy streets or the illegal amount of alcohol running through our veins."
Calum rolled his eyes and headed upstairs to throw the trash away, despite the fact that his friends were probably going to mess the room up again.
Ashton stood up and stretched his arms over his head, a small crack heard in his shoulder. His shrugged on his coat, leaving his friends inside. Ashton took out the gold and white box of cigarettes, lighting one and bringing up to his pink lips. He was past drunk by now, which wasn't unusual.
Alcohol was the way Ashton "escaped" from his "hard" life at home. He would get drunk, make a mess, and usual his friends were there to clean it up for him. He was a generic bad boy.
He looked down at his phone, the bright screen glowing in the dark and snowy night. It was almost one, but no one was remotely tired yet. They had school tomorrow, and Ashton and Luke were supposed to have pre-season soccer practice but that would probably be canceled.
Ashton puffed the smoke into the air, unaware off he harmful drugs that were in his body. He didn't seem to care that the mixture of alcohol and nicotine was going to kill him some day, he was just happy for now.
When the cigarette was just a stub, he threw it on the ground and stepped on it with his old converses. It was getting colder the longer he sat outside, so he finally rejoined his friends once he felt his fingers turning numb.
"So, Luke have you and your girlfriend like had sex yet?" Michael asked like a young, fetus twelve year old.
"You have twisted mind Clifford." Luke chuckled, continuing to text his girlfriend. They were talking about options for Luke's birthday party since it was about a month Away and it fell right in the middle of spring break.
"You never answered the question." Ashton pointed out, leaving his coat on a nearby chair.
Luke sat up so he could see all of his curious friend's faces. "Why does it even matter?" He chuckled, flipping the iPhone around in his hand.
Ashton groaned, "Dude just tell us'"
Luke squinted his eyes at ashton, debating weather or not he should tell him. Ashton was a player to say the least. "Yea, I guess so."
"You guess so?" Calum chuckled. "It's a yes or no question."
Luke sighed, shifting awkwardly in his position. "Yea, a couple times." He shrugged, trying to to look around the room. Ashton let out a big laugh, my trying to hold in his obvious amusement with the situation. "What?!"
"Your fucking shitting us dude." Ashton chuckled, planting himself back in his spot on the couch.
"I'm telling the truth!" Luke basically yelled, throwing his hands up in desperation. "We do it all the time, in many different places. On the bed, the couch, even once on the kitchen counter-"
"Okay, dude just shut up. To much information." Michael chuckled. Suddenly he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, so he pulled it out. "Hey um, Luke your mom is calling me."
Luke groaned and took the phone from his friend, changing his tone once he answered it. "Hey mom, what's up!"
