Brooke and I pulled out of her driveway, and out of her street. We had to go get Luke now, and once again, excitement and anxiousness bubbled in my stomach.
"I would have thought your friends hate Luke." Brooke said.
"They do," I laughed. "But I'm gonna show them Luke isn't that bad."
"Yeah, I don't think he is either..." Her voice trailed off. "...But his friends are."
"Well yeah, no doubt about that." I agreed. "Can you help me find his house?"
"I think its in the same complex as Nick's." Brooke replied. Oh great.
"Oh yes," I said sarcastically. "I'm so glad that we get to go there." Brooke giggled and swatted my arm.
"Who cares about NIck, right?" She said. I took my eyes off the road to glance at her, looking at me with big brown eyes. I loved her eyes a lot.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I smiled. We kept driving until I found the big and fancy complex that Nick's house was in. I actually had no idea how I knew his house was here, as I thought back to the night Brooke and I first kissed, and I had picked her up from his giant house. This place makes me sick.
"Okay, um..." Brooke's voice trailed off next to me as she looked down at my phone at the message Luke had sent me. "...Just go up that huge-ass trail, and it should be at the top of the hill. He said its a white house that's pretty much isolated from any other houses."
I nodded, and followed her instructions. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes from wondering around to the big houses that seemed to surround us at all ends. I gulped because I used to think Brooke's house was humungous. I stand corrected.
"I'm uncomfortable." I finally broke the silence, followed by a laugh. Although, it didn't sound too convincing, even to me.
"I think this is it, babe." Brooke said. I pulled my truck to a stop as I recognized Luke's escalade parked outside. I felt my eyes widen as they wandered out the window, looking at the huge mansion that belonged to Luke's family. It was probably the biggest house I've ever seen, with clean white walls, a big front window, and I could see a tennis court on the side of it. I could tell that if you were to go to the other side of it, the view off the hill would be amazing, looking over every single aspect of Las Vegas.
"Its cool." I squeaked. I heard Brooke chuckle next to me.
"Easy for you to laugh." I joked.
"Ash don't worry about it." She said, leaning over to kiss my cheek. I kissed her lips back, and asked her to call Luke. I didn't feel like talking right now.
"Of course." Brooke replied, I think she could tell I was extremely uncomfortable sitting outside Luke's house. "...Hey, we're here." she said. Her voice sounds so perfect over the phone. I've notcied that from the number of times I've called her in the morning.
My eyes darted over to Luke's house, and I saw him walk out of his grand front gate, a guitar case in his hand. We met eyes as he walked over to my car, and I waved.
"Dude this car is sick." He said as he got in the back seat. I furrowed my eyebrows and glanced over to Brooke.
"Really?" I asked. I started up the old engine, and made no hesitation to get the hell out of here.
"Yes!" Luke replied. He sounded genuinely affectionate towards my hunk of junk I call my car. "Its pretty vintage, I bet if we restored it a little bit, it would look so fucking cool."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. My dad has a bunch of tools to do it. I could help you, if you'd like."
"Well thanks, man." I said back. I didn't realize but he's probably right. I was surprised he complimented me.
"Your house is pretty incredible." Brooke remarked, looking to the backseat.
"Nah, its really nothing." I heard Luke's voice reply. I wanted to laugh, but I kept my mouth shut.
...
We finally made it to Michael's small house, after a 25 minute drive, blasting All Time Low over the speakers in my car. Brooke was pretty much rocking out like she was at a concert, and it was fucking adorable. I could tell Luke already looked uncomfortable, but I didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry about it." I said as I shut my car door behind me, helping Brooke onto the curb and taking her hand in mine.
"Oh, I'm not." Luke replied, dragging his guitar case out of the car. I could tell he was lying, but I didn't say anything. They followed me to the front door, and I pushed it open. The small living room was lit, and it was warm as hell in here. It also smelled like smoke, and that got me relaxed a little already. I heard voices in the other room, and I recognized the usual: Michael, Calum, Natalie, and I think Sydney was there.
"Hello?" I called out.
"ASH." Michael's voice called back.
"MICHAEL." I said back. I looked over to Luke, and flicked my head toward the kitchen, and he followed Brooke and I.
*Brooke's POV*
Luke looked so uncomfortable already and I felt pretty bad for him. I shot a look of sympathy for him, because I can remember the way I felt the first time I hung out with Ashton and his friends. We entered the kitchen to see Michael, Calum, Natalie, and Sydney all at the table sharing a pizza from Dominoes. Natalie's face lit up and she sprung to her feet to give me a hug. I let go of Ashton's hand to greet her, along with Sydney.
"Do you want any beer?" Natalie asked. I nodded, and followed her to the fridge. I looked back at the sound of Calum's excited voice.
"Hey, man!" He said, giving Luke a bro-hug type thing. Ashton's eyes shot over to Michael, who just shrugged and stuffed his face with Pizza.
"Lovey can you grab me something?" Ashton called over to me. I nodded and grabbed two bottles of bud-lite from the fridge.
"Lovey?!" Natalie half whispered to me. I laughed and tried not to blush. I grabbed an extra chair for Luke, and we all joined the circle around the half eated box of cheese pizza. I handed Ashton the bottle, and he popped the cap off with ease. My eyes darted over to Luke, who was talking to Calum about something. I looked over to Michael, and he was just eyeing Luke, with a lot of hatred in his eyes. Sydney whispered something in his ear, but he shook his head.
"Ugh, I hate Lite." Ashton said, sniffing the top of the bottle.
"I'll take it." Luke replied. Ashton looked over at him, surprised but slid the bottle over to him.
"Didn't know you drank." Michael said causally. His tipped more beer into his mouth and draped his arm over Sydney's shoulders.
"Course I do," Luke replied, just as casually as Michael. "When my parents aren't around."
"Oh no, wouldn't want daddy to see you drinking, wouldn't we?"
"Michael." Ashton snapped across the table.
"Nah, they don't really care..." Luke's voice trailed off, and I didn't know why. "...I just don't want to give them that impression. Nick's parents on the other hand, oh my God its so funny."
"What do you mean?" Michael asked.
"They get so pissed at him for touching a bottle of beer. I can't help but laugh a little. I bet if they caught him drinking, they would give him a 'horrible' punishment. Like..."
His voice trailed off, and he took a big sip of his beer.
"Oh my God, Luke," He continued in a voice that sounded like Nick's deep and douchey voice, as if he was mocking him. "My parents fucking suck, they're making me sleep in the guest house."
"He did not say that." Michael said. Luke nodded, and both of them instantly started cracking up.
"What a little brat!" Michael bellowed.
"Right?!" Luke laughed.
"Can I see your guitar?" Calum asked, looking over to Luke. Luke nodded, and got up and kneeled down to his shut case. I heard the unbuckles of the case, and Luke got back up to his feet, holding a really nice acoustic guitar.
"HOLY SHIT." Michael said, standing up to his feet. "is that the new Fender?"
"Yes?."
"Oh my god. Can I touch it?" Michael walked over to Luke and ran his hand down the strings on the neck.
"Dude you're my hero." Michael said.
"Do you want to play it later?" Luke asked. Michael looked at him, a greatful look on his face.
"Really?" He asked.
"Of course!" Luke replied.
"Thanks, man." Michael smiled.
I looked over to Ashton, who had a satisfied look on his face at the fact that there was deffidently a spark forming. Calum got up, and Ashton followed him into Michael's room. I stayed where I was, talking to Sydney and Natalie about nothing in particular. All four of the boys came back into the small sitting room next to the kitchen, carrying guitars. Ashton dragged his box behind him, and I couldn't help but laugh at how cute he looked.
"Ooooh! Is it concert time?" I asked, walking over the couch and settling back down. Natalie and Sydney joined me, Natalie throwing a pick over to Calum. Ashton set his box about 6 feet infront of me, and he smiled a cute little smile at me. I shot one back, and watched as Michael sat on the floor, Luke on the other side of Ashton's box, and Calum on the couch behind them.
"Wait what are we even playing?" Luke asked as he strummed a few chords to check to see if it was in tune. He nodded to himself and handed the shiny guitar over to Michael, taking Michael's old and dirty one into his hands. Michael looked interally satisfied.
"Do you know Give Me Love?" Calum asked. Ashton laughed, along with Michael. I wasn't quite sure why, though.
"Why all the giggles?" I asked.
"We tried doing this last time, and well, it sucked." Ashton replied with a smile.
"Lets try it!" Luke said positively. "How about, I do intro, and then I'll drop one key and play the chords with someone else?"
"Ugh," Calum said. "Thats brilliant."
"Yes! Let's do it," Michael replied. "Cal you don't need your guitar. Again."
Calum laughed and layed his guitar down on the floor below him.
"And then Calum does first verse, Michael joins in and harmonizes at the prechorus, and then we all go at chorus?" Ashton proposed.
"Sounds like a plan." Michael said, strumming his fancy guitar a couple times, smiling to himself.
"Wait," Luke chuckled. "What are the chords again?"
"Lets just keep it basic," Michael replied. "E-minor, C, and G."
"Oh right right right," Luke said. "And then A-minor and D in the prechorus?"
"Bingo!" Ashton said outloud. "Shall we?"
"Hell yeah." Calum replied. Luke's body shifted nervously, but he settled back down. Ashton snapped his fingers three time, and they both went in at the intro. Luke played a beauitful intro, and then he started his chords, playing the familair melody along with Ashton's tapping of his drum. I looked at Ashton, and found my eyes wandering all the way from the beanie wore, to his flexing muscles, to his tapping feet. A small smile was on his face, and I couldn't help but smile as well at how passionate he seemed to feel right now.
"Give me love, like her..." Calum sang in his usual angelic voice. Michael's guitar came in now, and both him and Luke made a beautiful melody with their instruments "Cause lately I've been waking up alone..."
I kept my eyes on Ashton, and he looked over to me. Our eyes met, and I gave him a thumbs up, while he just smiled even bigger, his eyes squinting and his dimples popping up ever so slightly. His foot rhythmically tapped on the floor, and his muscles contracted and extended with every tap his put on his box.
"...And that I'll fight my coner, and that tonight I'll call you..." Now Michael's voice had joined in, and it sounded great. I was eager to hear how Luke sounded; I've never herd him sing before. He looked pretty comfortable with where he's at, his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face. All of them had a smile on their faces, and it only added to love they must have for this stuff.
"No, I just want to hold you..." They sang. All strumming and beating stopped together. There was a 2 second pause, and at once they all sang together.
"Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out-"
My eyes widened in actual shock as to how good they all sounded. Ashton's eyes shot open and looked at Luke, the same expression as I seemed to have.
"We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around-"
I know before, when it was just Ashton, Michael, and Calum, it sounded amazing and perfectly fine on its own...
"-All I want is the taste that your lips allow-"
...But this was absolutely beautiful. So many different emelemts seemed to come together all at once: Ashton's drums, the multiple guitars, all their voices seemed to bring out the best in eachothers, creating a sound that I have never heard before in my life. I looked over to Natalie and Sydney, and they looked over at me; amazement in their eyes.
"Give me looooooove." Ashton finished the last note in his incredible voice. Ashton looked over to Luke, then to Michael, and then to Calum. But, they were all silent, just looking into each other's eyes.
I decided to break the silence, by clapping my hands. I got up on my feet, and I was followed by Natalie and Sydney, and we clapped our hands, and cheered out to them. Ashton's face lit up instantly, and They all four got up as well, taking a bow.
"You guys," I said. "That was absolutely amazing!"
"Literally," Sydney added. "It was so good!"
Michael looked over to Luke, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Soooo?" He said. Everyone looked at Luke, who looked back at all of us with a shy expression. The room went silent for what seemed like days.
"I'm in." Luke finally said, followed by a smile. Ashton cheered, and they all gave eachother high-fives. Ashton looked back over to me, and I smiled a proud, encouraging smile. He walked over and took my hands in his, locking our lips together, and created the most intamite feeling inside of me. All the cheers and laughter seemed to die away and in that moment, all I could think about is how perfect Ashton was for this. Not just for me, but for every person I know that's going to buy this band's music and go to concerts, because I had a feeling they could go far. They will. I know it.
Ashton walked back over to the boys, giving more high fives and bro-hugs. Natalie finished her kiss with Calum and leaned over to me. "Pssst." She said.
"What?" I whispered back.
"I was wrong, before," She replied. "Now, we've just witnessed the formation of 5 Seconds of Summer."
...
"Ashton." I groaned, forcing my lips upon his for the 20th time that minute. After Luke had agreed to join the band, drinks were passed around for everyone. And us, being who we are, drank way too much.
I was so fucked up right now.
Ashton's lips were soft as usual, and they tasted of beer and it reminded me of so many places I wanted those lips to be right now. Ashton's hands came down my back, and my clouded eyes looked over to the couch. Sydney was completely on Michael whilst they sat on the couch, their lips inseperable, and you could hear Michael's muffled words to her. I had no fucking clue where Calum, Natalie or Luke were, but I could hear their voices coming from the living room. They were all cracking up like they had heard the funniest thing in the universe, Luke's laugh being the loudest.
I separated our lips, and looked up at Ashton. He looked so hot right now. So vunerable due to the excessive amount of alcohol he put into his body. I sloppily took his beanie off his head, and set it down on the table beside us, his brown hair fell over his eyes, and I pushed it back as his arms came around my body, hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hands come down to my ass to support my shaking body. I layed my mouth upon his neck, kissing every inch of skin I could find until he carried our selves to Michael's guest room. It woule be a little odd to continue this in the same room as them, obviously. But I didn't let that stop me; I needed Ashton like this right now.
The guest room seemed to be filled with foggy smoke, but maybe that was just my eyes, rolling to the back of my head as I felt my body tilt, and my back against the soft bed. "You're mine." Ashton slurred, his voice cracking yet so full of lust and integrity. I brought my arms out from under Ashton's chest that hovered over me, and layed them upon his clothed back, looking for a grip on his shirt.
"Fucking take it off." I said, my voice muffled into Ashton's hot neck. I almost completely ripped his shirt, but I had successfuly taken it off and thrown it across the room. I wimper escaped my lips as my hands ran down Ashton's back, his muscles flexing with each time his hips grinded into mine.
"You get naughty so fast," Ashton smirked. "I like that."
His lips came into contact with mine again, and my body was brought back up into a sitting position, my legs strattling Ashton's hips, our chests pressed together. My back instantly caught a cool draft as my shirt was taken off my body, leaving me in just my bra and yoga pants.
"You get naughty pretty fast too," I said quietly. "I like that a lot."
Ashton bit my lower lip, making a moan escape my mouth and Ashton chuckled a deep, teasing chuckle. His sweaty hands came to my back once again, but I stopped him as his hands grazed over the hook of my bra.
"Sh, sh, sh." I said. For some reason, my voice was quiet, and it was kind of an overly-girly voice, as if I was teasing him to an even greater extent. "Sit back."
Ashton furrowed his eyebrows at me, but reluctantly scooted his body back to the head board o the bed. His abs shifted with every heavy breath he took, and all I wanted was to get on top of him and ride his body like a fucking horse.
Whoa. I had no idea where these thoughts are coming from, or why I was about to do this, but I love it.
Right now, I'm not just "Brooke". I'm the "Brooke" that Ashton whispers in my ear with such lust and danger because he wants me just as much as I want him.
I got up off the bed and looked at my boyfriend. My boyfriend, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to him. He raised his eyebrows at me, as if he was daring me to do something. I smirked, and turned around, taking my bra off and tossing it onto the bed, and shaking my hair over my bare back and giggling.
"Stop that." Ashton growled.
"Don't play so demanding, Ash." I said back.
"I don't know where you're getting these phrases from, but I fucking love it."
"Do you?" I asked, a fake-innocent tone to my voice. I turned around to face him, and I smiled as his breathing hitched, laying his blazing green eyes upon me. I made no hesitation to climb back onto him, pressing our bare chests together and kissing his neck softly, making sure I hit every spot until I make it down to his chest.
"Look at me." Ashton said, his voice barely audible. I looked up from the kiss I had planted on his stomach, and looked at into his eyes once again.
"You look so hot from this angle." He smirked. I giggled and brought my head back down, continuing my trail of gentle kisses until I got to the band of his jeans. My eyes shot open and I sat up, strattling his thighs, my hair draping over my chest. Ashton looked at me, his eyes dark and his hair messy. He looked so fucking sexy right now, it amazed me.
Without thinking, I unbuttoned his jeans and undid the zipper, bringing my face back up to Ashton's, our lips finding eachother's once again.
"Fucking shit, Brooke." Ashton groaned in between our tongues. My shaking legs brought my hips away from Ashtons as I pulled his jeans down to the middle of his thighs. The fear and inexperince fluttering through my mind was pushed away and my eyes darted down to his boxer-briefs, the only thing he practically had on. I ran my hands over his sweating chest, and looked over to his eyes that were shut tightly. I stopped moving to see what he would do next. They shot open, and no more was there any of that blazing green. They were dark, maybe a little dialated. I wasn't quite sure but I really didn't care.
I drew in a sharp breath at how much this turned me on, and crashed my lips into his once again. His tongue pushed into mine, the taste of beer coming back into my system. My hands shakily grazed over the band of his boxers, and the most deep and throaty moan came out of his mouth as my hands went over to the growing bulge in his pants.
"No, no," Ashton whined. "I said you're mine."
Almost at once out bodies were flipped, and I was crashed onto the bed, sweat dripping onto my face from Ashton's forehead.
"You don't tease me like that." He growled, putting his lips onto my neck and one of his free hands onto my chest, making another wimper escape my mouth at his gentle yet heated touch. "I don't know how you did that, but it's not okay."
I could tell he didn't actually mean it wasn't okay; I was very satisfied with my ametur self.
"You've been a bad girl, Brooke." He growled into my ear. His voice was almost undistinguishable. It was deep and crackly and so full of determination to do Hell knows what to me. "A really, really, bad girl."
"Make me scream," I said back, not wanting to let his words dominate mine. "Like you said you could. Make me scream your name so loud everyone on this street will know who you are."
Ashton's forehead rested against mine, and his almost bare hips rocked into mine, his muscular frame putting my already weak body into a trance. His body was propped up over mine by his knees, and his hands slid down my sides, making my hips quiver with satisfaction. His fingers lightly traced over the band of my pants, much like how I did to him.
"Shit." I breathed.
"Now you understand what you fucking did." Ashton replied, just as quiet as me. My eyes shot open at once, as I felt my leggins being pulled down to my ankles, and Ashton mumbling a variety of dirty words under his breath. I was left in just my underwear, and his eyes traveled from my eyes, all the way down my overly-exposed body. His index finger hooked around the hem of my underwear, our lips still going at one another.
"Ashton." I blurted out. Ashton eyes shot open and looked at me. The green I've come to know and love flowed back into his pupils, and he looked at me with such compassion.
"Yes, Lovey?" He asked. His voice seemed to be back to normal, as mine probably did.
"I...I can't." Was all I said. Of course I couldn't do this. Not here, not now...Not while we're both pissed drunk, but on the bed of Michael's guest room. I don't know, I just couldn't do it.
I was preparing myself for the disappointment that would follow my words, but Ashton just smiled, and chuckled.
"What?" I asked.
"You're so cute." He said. He took his hands away from that part of my body and reached over to intertwine all of our fingers together. I was confused, because that was not the reaction I was expecting.
"You're not mad at me?" I asked.
"Mad?" Ashton repeated, as if that was the most ridiculous question I've ever asked. "Of course not!" He settled down next to me, pulling the messy covers over our almost bare bodies. "Why would I be mad?"
"I don't know..." my voice trailed off and my eyes fell to Ashton's collar bones that peaked out from under the sheets. "Just-"
"Brooke," Ashton interrupted me. "I'm not one to force you to do anything you don't want. I mean, c'mon. We were both extremely wasted and even I know I wasn't even ready for what could've happened."
That made me go silent for a couple moments. It got me thinking of so many things. Finally, I just asked it.
"Are you a virgin, Ashton?" I looked back up at his eyes, and they seemed emotionless. Finally, he sighed.
"No," He replied. I was disappointed in his answer, but it was what I expected. "Unfortunately."
"Why unfortunate?" I asked.
"I don't even remember it. All I can remember is getting really really drunk because I was pissed at whatever and everything just got carried away. It was about a year ago, and I wish I hadn't done it."
"Were you like, safe?" I asked.
"Yes of course, I'm not stupid," Ashton laughed. "But..ugh. I just always thought of that stuff to be so much more intamte and memorable, but I wasted it."
I smiled, and kissed his nose gently in gratitude for telling me the truth, and not lying just to make me feel better. I know, I'm inexperienced at this, but I've deffidently learned a few things while being Ashton's girlfriend.
"Don't worry about it, babe." I smiled. Ashton smiled as well, and he brought his arm around my back, bringing our bodies together. His chest was warm as I snuggled into it, his familar scent filling my nose. "Cuddling is cool, too." I said tiredly. My eyes were shut, and I could feel sleep approaching. Ashton's laugh was soft, and his hand traced little circles on my back.
"Yeah, I guess it is pretty sweet, huh?" He pressed one last kiss onto my head, and I fell asleep