i don't call jack yet.
i don't need to.
i walk out to the living room, looking at ashton. he ignores me. fuck, michael will kill me.
i walk into the kitchen and grab a beer, sitting on the counter as i down it.
"that's the only one you can have," i hear calum say as he walks in.
"whatever. i'm just thirst for fucks sake," i reply, rolling my eyes. he comes over to stand in front of me. he gives me a hard glare.
"what did you do this time?"
"i didn't do shit. he walked out."
"he's not talking."
"when does he ever really talk?"
he shuts up. because i'm right. ashton is not talkative.
"just, fix it. soon."
i nod, but really, i have no intentions of fixing it. ashton will get over the fact that i smoke.
until then, i'm stuck here waiting for his silence to end.
i just wish he'd sing again.
[really short and crappy. but the next one is gonna be longer because it's going to be the of the real drama. i don't really feel like this has a plot yet but you guys like it so i'll keep going.]