You're woken up early in the morning by some incessant knocking at your front door.
Granted, it's not really that early, but it's your day off so any time before noon is too early.
But the knocking doesn't stop despite you mentally telling it to, so you drag yourself out of bed and to the door, blankets wrapped around your head and trailing behind you. Whoever is at the door has switched to repeatedly ringing the doorbell by this point.
"Shut up!" You yell, and hear a distinctly familiar laugh in response.
Ashton. That idiot.
"What do you want, Irwin?" You reply vehemently.
He laughs again and yells at you to open the door.
And then he laughs once again at your appearance when you finally do.
"Just woke up?"
"I hate you."
"Okay, well, then. I guess I'll just leave." He says, looking like a kicked puppy, but still smiling. You roll your eyes.
"You make the tea, I'm gonna go get dressed."
A few minutes later you're sitting with him at the kitchen table, sipping a mug of tea, while he's staring at you with a smirk on his face.
"So, guess what we're doing today," he says.
"What are we doing today, Ashton?" You repeat in a bland voice. Ashton pouts at your attitude.
"Guess."
"No, Ash, you know I hate guessing!"
"Guess!"
You roll your eyes and groan. "Fine, okay, ummmm, a picnic?"
"Nope."
"Movies?"
"You're so uncreative."
"I don't know, Ashton, just tell me!"
"You have the best boyfriend ever."
"What are we doing, Ashton Irwin?!"
Ashton gives another smirk before whipping out two little pieces of paper.
"I got tickets and backstage passes to The NBHD tonight, and guess who gets to go with me?"
"WHAT?!" You practically screech, standing up and rounding the table to hug Ashton. "I love them! Ashton, you're the best!"
"I know," he says, grinning triumphantly.
"What did I do to deserve you?" You say, giving Ashton a kiss on the cheek.
Upon hearing this, he gives you this look that you've never seen him give you before, in his deep, brown eyes: pure, complete, unconditional adoration. That's the only way to describe it. You find yourself lost in this look, and you feel something growing inside you; a feeling you haven't felt towards anyone in a long, long time.
He shakes his head, briefly breaking eye contact, then looks back up at you.
"What?" You ask.
"I-umm."
"I what?"
"Iluvyu." It comes out too fast, but you know what he said.
"What?" This time it's out in disbelief.
He takes a deep breath, and tries again, thinking you didn't hear him.
"I. Love. You. Okay? There, I said it. I love you. That's all." He doesn't meet your eyes, licking his lips nervously.
He blushes, unable to believe he's saying it. It's adorable, the pessimistic dork, unable to grasp the concept that he doesn't have to be embarrassed about this.
Because you love him too.
And he looks happier than you've ever seen him when you tell him.