continuation from last chapter, if you need a reminder, ashton and emma are in the rock bandit cafe on their day out
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‘Here you guys go...’
Rabia stepped up to our table, balancing two cups in her arms, one filled to the brim with frothy chocolate milk and the other (my favourite!), steaming with the smell of hot chocolate. She put them down in front of us and skipped away again, still pretending not to know me. I fought down the urge to giggle at her sassy attitude.
‘So this is the Rocker-thingy milkshake, huh?’
I nodded, lifting the mug of hot chocolate to my lips and taking a sip gratefully.
‘It’s amazing - I knew you liked chocolate milk, so I guess I thought you’d like it... try it!’
Ashton very delicately plucked up the red and white straw, placing it between his lips and taking a drink. I watched the liquid run up through the straw and into his mouth. He sat back, swallowing carefully.
Ashton looked at me slyly, brushing some curls out of his face and tucking them back under his bandana.
I groaned, whacking his on his arm.
‘What does it taste like, idiot?’
He tapped his lips torturously. I sighed at his teasing, taking another drink from my mug.
‘Fine, if you don’t like it, I’ll drink it too. Hand it over.’
I smiled smugly.
‘So you do like it!’
He grinned sheepishly and stirred up the froth with the straw.
‘I guess I do. Actually, I really really like it. It tastes like...’ he paused, teasingly putting a hand on his lips as if he couldn’t quite place what the drink was like, ‘essence of rock music.’
‘Basically. What else would you expect from a cafe like this?’
We both grinned up into the faces of All Time Low, before turning back to eachother. Ashton took another drink before leaning back, looking at me casually.
‘So let’s play a game, okay?’
I nodded, not knowing where he was going with this, but trusting him all the same.
‘I get to ask you 20 questions. And then you get to ask me some.’
‘Ohhkay. Can the questions be about anything?’
He smiled cheekily, and I knew the answer was yes. Oh god, here we go.
‘What’s your favourite thing about me?’
I rolled my eyes. Of course Ashton would ask that first.
‘Probably the way you give Calum death stares every time-‘
He glared at me.
‘Fine. Well, probably your, erm, your smile. And you’re really sweet sometimes. Oh, the way your eyes light up when you’re excited, and when you’re - uhh, and I’m just going to stop now.’
I had definitely said way too much because Ashton was grinning at me, but he motioned for me to ask him something, luckily.
‘Exactly how old are you?’
’20 years old, in a few weeks. How many boyfriends have you had?’
I pretended to ignore his urgent tone.
‘Only 2. One when I was a twelve year old, and one a year ago, but it really doesn’t count. How many girlfriends have you charmed with your I’m so cool, I’m in a band act?’
Ashton blushed and looked away.
‘I’ve only ever had one girlfriend, and she cheated on me.’
It was my turn to go red now.
‘Sorry, I didn’t know...’
‘It’s okay, don’t worry. Have you ever been in love?’
‘Nope. It’s on my bucket list though. What about you?’
‘Nah. Still waiting. Middle name?’
I scowled. I hated my middle name.
Ashton choked on his drink and I rolled my eyes, leaning over to thump him on his back. He came back up for air, spluttering.
‘Kassandra??? Kassandra? Really?’
‘Ashton, if you’re going to go on about it, I don’t want to play...’
He giggled, recovering slightly.
‘I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting... Kassandra!’
He dissolved into laughter again, and I saw Rabia eyeing us carefully over the benchtop she was wiping down.
‘Shhhh,’ I hissed, ‘it’s not as bad as Fletcher, for example...’
He stopped laughing immediately, and I smirked at his expression.
‘How’d you know that was my middle name?’
I pretended to look shocked.
‘Oh is it?? Well that’s unfortunate. I can’t imagine what life must be for you, with a middle name like Fletcher...’
He scowled, mirroring my expression from the moment before.
‘Emma - I hate you.’
‘Have you ever Googled me before?’
I gulped down an extra big mouthful of hot chocolate, scalding my throat. I definitely wasn’t expecting that one. Answer honestly, or not? Ashton was looking at me carefully.
‘Well? Have you?’
‘No. I mean, not directly?’
He raised an eyebrow, looking amused, and I blushed, looking down into the dregs of my hot chocolate.
‘Ciara showed me some things online, but it was just so I didn’t look like a total dipshit infront of you guys... I didn’t really know much about you when you first came, and, uh, I had a different opinion on your band, so she kind of introduced me to 5SOS through the internet. That sounds really bad, doesn’t it?’
I winced, and blushed even deeper, but Ashton didn’t seem to mind. He smiled happily, and shuffled a little closer on the seat, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
‘Hey, its fine, and I completely understand. I mean, why wouldn’t you want to Google this?’
Ashton looked down at himself with a silly expression on his face and I giggled at his attempt to make me laugh, but then he continued, more seriously.
‘You know, that’s one of the greatest things about you, Em. You don’t give two fucks that we’re in some world famous band. I’m just another guy, and you treat me like no one else does anymore - and I love it all. It just feels so much more real.’
I really didn’t know what to say just then. Ashton was telling me what Calum said before, and its meaning was finally beginning to sink in. I understood now. He looked at me and smiled, saving me from saying anything else.
‘Your question, Em.’
‘That’s a bit forward for you, isn’t it? Bit of a departure from the normal...’
Ashton beamed, and I rolled my eyes.
‘Well are you?’
‘Nope, but I regret it now. I threw it away. Are you?’
‘Lauren and Harry. They’re both younger than me, and a pain in the ass sometimes, but I miss them a lot. You got brothers or sisters?’
I drank the rest of my hot chocolate, licking my lips.
‘One older brother, Reece. I haven’t seen him in ages though, but we meet up every now and then.’
Ashton nodded, and another question popped into my head.
‘What’re your favourite things to do? I need to know this so I can plan days out for us.’
He looked a bit taken aback, but relaxed, and began to tick them off on his fingers.
‘Okay, well, I love swimming, and the beach. I like partying and loud music, like club party vibes you know? Except I don’t get to do that a lot anymore because of management and whatever. Um, I like food, and don’t tell the boys,’ he leant in closer, as if they could hear him, ‘but I really like to go shopping.’
He blushed and I grinned.
‘Did you really just say you like shopping?’
He stuck his tongue out, cheeks still red.
‘So what if I did?’
I shrugged, still amused.
‘I didn’t expect it from THE Ashton Irwin, that manly drummer in that punk rock band. But that’s okay. Shopping is totally something we can do.’
Ashton leant back into the booth and sighed.
‘You’re never going to stop teasing me about that, are you?’
‘Probably not, no. It’s not something I’m likely to forget.’
He tipped up his cup, slurping up the dregs of his milkshake, leaving a chocolate moustache on his upper lip. I giggled.
‘Ashton, you got a little something there...’
I held out my phone for him to check his reflection, and he smiled, not bothering to lick it off yet. Standing up, he offered me his hand.
‘Mademoiselle, shall ve leave zis café and venture elsevhere? Let us put a raincheck on zat game of 20 Questions, shall ve?’
Grinning, I grasped it, and let him pull me up.
‘Okay. Your accent is terrible.’
He shrugged, amused, and licked off the moustache.
‘At least it made you smile, Emma. At least it made you smile.’
We were waiting at the counter for Rabia to print out our receipt when the little girl from the family at the other side of the room tugged on Ashton’s jean leg. He looked down in surprise.
‘Hey there, little one.’
I sighed, smiling. Her pretty dark hair curled around her face, and her little hands were holding out a pen and a napkin.
‘Hi,’ she giggled.
Ashton looked at me, eyes smiling, before kneeling down so he could look her in the eye.
‘What can I do for you?’
She looked a bit star-struck, and her tiny mouth dropped in awe.
‘Can you sign this for me?’ she whispered.
Ashton gently took the napkin from her hands and smiled.
‘Sure I can honey, what’s your name?’
‘Ingrid.’ Finding her confidence, she looked back over to where her Mum and Dad were sitting at their table, watching us with smiles on their faces.
‘Mummy! Daddy! Ashton’s signing my name for me!’
Her Mum said something to her Dad, who looked over at us and waved sheepishly. Ashton waved back, grinning.
‘Em, turn around for a sec?’
I turned my back to Ashton, and felt him put the napkin between my shoulder blades. One of his warm hands rested on my shoulder while the other began to write on the piece of paper.
‘Sorry about this,’ he whispered, his breath tickling my neck.
I smiled to myself.
‘No, this is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Does it happen often?’
The pen kept on brushing against my back as he wrote.
‘Depends. The littler fans aren’t ones we see very often, but I always like to meet them.’
He removed the signed napkin from my back and gently turned me around again, hands on my waist, before kneeling back down again to the little girl, who was watching me with big eyes.
‘Is she your girlfriend?’ she stage-whispered. I blushed, but Ashton just laughed.
‘No, she’s just a very good friend. Well Ingrid, here you go.’
She accepted the paper from him, giggling at the little picture of himself and her that he drew in the bottom corner. Hi Ingrid, the napkin read, Thanks for listening to our music! I hope I get to meet you again. Love Ash xx. He signed his name in the opposite corner.
‘Thankyou,’ Ingrid said solemnly, before reaching out and giving Ashton a hug. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her warmly, and I couldn’t help but love him right then. He was such a sweetie.
As the little girl skipped back to her table waving goodbye to us, I beamed at Ashton.
‘Wasn’t she adorable?’
He smiled, looking at me carefully.
‘Not as adorable as you.’
I punched him on the shoulder, and he laughed, leaning in. I shivered, waiting for him to say something. Ashton grinned, eyes glinting.
‘Thanks for being my table.’
Anti-climax of the century?
Ashton made a face.
‘Well, first you get me to admit I like shopping, and then you don’t let me pay for the cafe bills? Are you planning on cutting off my dick too?’
I rolled my eyes at his whiny behaviour. Despite his behaviour earlier, Ashton was being all cranky now because I didn’t let him pay for the cheque for the Rock Bandit. I had tried explaining that I was the guide, not him, but he wasn’t having it.
‘I’m still the guy here, Emma - that’s just common courtesy, you let me pay for you, not the other way around! Wait till we get back to the hotel and ask the guys, you’ll see!’
‘Wait, no don’t do that, because then they’ll lay into me for letting you pay! Which, I might add, I did not agree to. But you’re just so fucking stubborn!’
He threw his two arms up into the air in a gesture of complete frustration and I laughed.
‘Ashton, it cost me $12. That’s like one-eighth of what I get paid every day.’
‘And less than 1% of what I get paid after every concert we perform!’
As we walked up to the front of the Hilton Hotel, I caught up with him, wrapping an arm around his waist. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, and I could feel him taking a few deep breaths.
‘Fine, I understand. Next time, you can pay. I’m sorry.’
He dropped his head to mine and brushed a piece of hair from my face.
‘I’m sorry too. I had fun today anyway - thanks for taking me.’
‘No problem. I’m glad I came instead of staying home.’ I checked my watch and almost had a heart attack when I saw the time. ‘Shit, I gotta go. I’m on kitchen duty in half an hour!’
Ashton rolled his eyes playfully.
‘Of course. Well, thanks again Emma. I know I made the right decision making you my summer guide.’ He giggled. ‘See you tomorrow?’
I nodded, then remembered something.
‘Oh - here, give me your phone,’ He passed it over, and I went to his contacts book, ‘Let me put my number in, and you can text me so we can do this again. I have big plans for your next day out, okay?’
He laughed, dimples flashing, before leaning down and placing his lips on my forehead.
‘Thanks. Have fun on kitchen duty, then.’
‘Have fun doing, uh, whatever you’re going to do I guess.’
‘One day, hopefully you.’
I took that as my cue to leave.
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