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"Dinner!" Mom yelled from downstairs, but I ignored her.
I heard her soft footsteps padding up the stairs and down the hallway, stopping in front of my door.
"Parker, dinner's ready."
I nodded in acknowledgement.
"Are you going to come and eat?"
I shook my head no.
"Parker, would you at least look at me."
Looking up at her, I saw how sad she looked. Her usually bright green eyes are now dull and had a lack of energy to them. Her light brown hair is dull and flat.
"Now, please come and eat." Mom asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against my door frame.
Nodding slightly, I pushed my blanket off of me. I followed her out of my room and down the stairs. I sat down at the table with my father. Mom sat down across from me and pulled a piece of steak into her plate.
It's been one month. One month since Audrey went missing.
"Is there any milk left?" Dad asked, setting his fork down.
"Oh, I forgot to get some from the store today." Mom sighed, also setting down her silverware.
"Why don't you run to the store quickly?" Dad turned to me, smiling softly.
"Why do you even need milk? Who drinks milk while eating steak?" I snapped, instantly feeling bad for it when seeing his smile fall.
"I'm talking about in the morning. I want you to go get the milk now, so we have it for tomorrow morning."
"Oh. I'm sorry." I mumbled and pushed my chair away from the table.
I'm such an idiot. I should have known that. Silently, I got up from the table. Leaving my dishes there, I made my way upstairs to change into something more suitable for going out in public. I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants with a black pattern on them. I grabbed a black sweater with an All Time Low logo on it and put it on. I ran a brush through my hair quickly. I know, I'm a guy, but my hair is really curly and if I don't brush it, it looks flat and weird. (A.N: I'm trying to describe Danny Edge here, but I'm clearly doing a terrible job, so let's just say he looks like Danny Edge, alright xD)
Once I got downstairs, I grabbed the money mom left out for me. Slipping on a pair of grey converse, I left the house. My choice of colours today really describes my mood. Lack of excitement and boring. Already at the end of the street, I realized I could have taken my car. Sighing, I decided to continue walking anyway.
Normally, Audrey and I would go for walks. We'd go to the park and play on the equipment like we used to when we were little. We were really close. Of course, I was the protective older brother that threatened every guy she brought home. But she was my little sister that would purposely answer my phone and piss off which ever girl had called. We spent a lot of time together though, no matter how angry we made each other. Most nights, we'd sit in the basement and watch movies till three am. Even on school nights, we'd marathon anime, mostly Soul Eater, Death Note and Sword Art Online, and we'd watch a few episodes of Supernatural and Sherlock. That's what I miss most about her. The little things we did together-
"Shit, fuck, I am so sorry!" I immediatly started apologizing as I rammed into someone, sending both of us stumbling back.
"It's 'right. It was my fault anyway, I wasn't watching where I was going." The other guy chuckled.
I studied him for a second. Observing his tanned skin and brown hair. It's like I've seen him before. His Australian accent is very strong too. I don't meet many Australian's here.
"You seem familiar, do I know you?" I asked, giving him a confused look and shoving my hands in my pockets.
"I think so. Did you go to Lincoln Park?"
"Yep." I nodded.
"Then that's where I know you from. I graduated last year." He smiled proudly.
"Yeah, that's definitely it." I shifted awkwardly, only now realizing we were just standing in the middle of the sidewalk, causing people to walk around us.
"Oh, my name's Calum by the way." He stuck his hand out.
"I'm Parker." I shook his hand and returned mine to my pocket.
"I like your sweatshirt." Calum eyed my sweater and gave a nod of approval.
"Well, I should get going, I've got to get some things and if I don't get on that soon, my friends are gonna kill me." He let out a small laugh, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I gotta go too. My parents want me to go get milk from the store." I akwardly laughed, not knowing how to end the conversation.
"Who needs milk at this time?"
"I know right!"
We both laughed loudly, attracting the attention of strangers.
"You seem like a cool guy Parker, we should hang out some time." Calum said finally, after sobering up his laughter.
"Yeah, alright. Here," I handed him my phone for him to put his number in.
He handed me his and I put mine in. Once we got our phones back, we said our goodbyes and went our seperate ways.
After a week of texting back and forth and occasionally meeting up at the bar (even though we're both underage) Calum invited me to his house for the night. He said that it would be easier if I stayed the night instead of making the almost two hour drive there and back in one day.
Currently, I was driving out there, following his car, which might I add, was a pretty damn nice car. A matte black Audi r8. Super expensive too.
Singing loudly to my Offspring album, I drove behind Calum in my red Jeep Wrangler. After an hour and forty minutes, he turned down a dirt road that I would have missed if I didn't see him turn. Slightly confused, I copied his actions and turned. It looked like the road lead nowhere, and after fifteen minutes of driving, I began to get impatient. Just as I was about to pick up my phone and dial his number, I noticed a clearing in the dense trees. In front of me, stood a wooden house with large, glass windows. It's only noon, so most lights were off and the curtains were wide open.
I parked behind Calum, who stopped in front of the garage, and got out.
"Shit man, you didn't tell me you were rich!" I exclaimed, gazing up at the building.
"Well, I live with my three best mates and three other girls. Well, two of the girls are never around. We all split the pay." He shrugged and made his way to the patio portion of the house.
"Are those the guys you were talking about before? The ones that came with you from Australia?" I asked as I followed him.
"Yep, Michael, Luke and Ashton." He replied over his shoulder while he was opening the door.
I walked in behind him and closed the door.
"Calum, is that you?" A boy with blonde hair, styled up, peeked his head around the corner.
"Yep, I brought a friend." Calum moved to the right a little so that the blonde could see me.
"Calum?" Another boy appeared beside the blonde one, but he had light brown, curly hair, pushed back with a red and white bandana.
"Who's this?" The curly-haired boy asked, rather rudely.
"Ashton, this is my friend Parker."
"Michael, can we get Starbucks please?" I begged the now black and purple-haired boy.
"Alright fine, stop nagging me woman." He put his hands up in defense before quickly placing them on the steering wheel again.
"I'm not nagging you." I rolled my eyes.
He snorted and turned into the Starbucks drive thru. Already knowing what I wanted, he ordered our drinks. Once he was done, he pulled ahead and waited for the car in front of us to go.
"Can you turn up the heat, it's freezing in here." I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself.
"How can you be cold? It's like, fifteen degrees in here."
"Exactly. It's freezing."
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and turned it up a bit.
"Out of all people, I'd think you would be the one to find it cold. Being from Australia and all." I giggled at his annoyed expression.
He rolled his eyes again and pulled up to the window. Taking the drinks, he paid the lady and drove away. I took a sip from mine before setting it down.
"Are we going back now?" I asked him as he pulled onto the road that lead to the highway.
"Yep." He replied before turning up the music.
Dammit by Blink-182 filled my ears. Mouthing the lyrics, I looked out the window, occasionally taking sips from my drink.
The ride was, the least to say, extremely boring. Michael's upset. Probably about what happened between him and Ashton. He's been moody all day. I don't know why he invited me out with him if all he's going to do is mope around. I know he's sad that him and Ashton aren't exactly friends right now, but it doesn't give him an excuse to be a jerk.
"Holy shit." I gasped as Michael pulled up to the house.
"What?" He asked, knitting his eyebrows in confusion.
"I know that car." I pointed to the Jeep Wrangler parked behind Calum's car.
"Okay...?" Michael replied awkwardly.
I quickly got out of the truck, as did Michael.
"What's so special about that car?" He asked before I could enter the house.
"It's my brothers." I whispered, feeling a wave of emotion flow through me.
"Oh. Uhm, I'm gonna call Ashton. He's going to be pissed if your brother sees you." Michael pulled out his phone and dialed Ashton's number.
I opened my mouth to protest, but closed it again. He's right. Ashton will get pissed if Parker knew I was here. Parker would also flip out, knowing that I was kidnapped by the people he called friends. It's extremely tempting to just walk in and greet them, getting Parker to take me back home. But I know that it's a bad idea. They- Ashton, wouldn't let me go. He'd probably do something to stop Parker from calling the police or taking me with him. Knowing Ashton, he'd do anything to keep himself out of jail.
"Ashton, Audrey and I are back."
"No, I need you to listen. Jesus Christ. Just listen for fucks sake!"
"Audrey's brother is inside and I need you to help me get her upstairs without being seen!" Michael yelled into the phone.
I could hear the silence on the other side. Looking through the glass, I could see Parker faced away from the door, and Ashton looking at me through the glass. I watched as he got up and made his way over to the door.
"I have an idea." Ashton spoke as soon as he closed the door.
After he explained what his "game plan" was, we entered the house. I had my hair pulled back into my hood and Michael had his arm wrapped around my waist, hiding me from the others.
"Michael, I see you brought home a girl, care to introduce us." Calum snickered from the living room.
"Actually, I'd rather not. We're kinda, in the middle of something." Michael replied in an annoyed tone and brought me upstairs.
"In the middle of something huh?" I giggled as he closed my bedroom door.
"What else was I supposed to say?" He laughed too and sat on my bed.
Ashton quickly entered my room and closed the door behind him.
"You have to stay in my room tonight." He said bluntly.
"Excuse me? I don't have to do anything." I replied sassily, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No, you literally have to stay in my room. Calum lent out your room to Parker for the night." Ashton rolled his eyes, obviously impatient.
"Why can't Parker take the room in the basement?"
Memories of spending the night in the basement with Michael ran through my head. I can still feel where I landed on my arm and where my ribs hit the stairs.
"Because, Calum was being stupid and offered your room to him." Ashton exclaimed, throwing his hands up in a frustrated manner.
"Why can't I stay in Michael's room, or Luke's?" I asked, watching as he got even more angry.
"Because, I want you in my room, just in case Parker goes into the other guys' rooms and see's you. You never know if they fuck up and invite him in." He let out a frustrated breath of air.
"What if you fuck up and invite him in?" I challenged, placing my hands on my hips.
"I won't fuck up. There's no fucking way he's going in my room. With or without you here, he is not allowed in my room." His glare was directed at me as we argued back and forth.
"Alright, it's settled. You stay in Ashton's room till your brother leaves." Michael spoke up for the first time since Ashton entered the room.
Judging by his tone, he was still mad at Ashton.
"I need you to grab pajamas or whatever you sleep in. I'll take them to my room and you can hide and clean up all of your stuff in here and the bathroom." Ashton ignored Michael's gaze and looked directly at me.
I nodded and turned to my dresser. Michael and Ashton watch as I pull out a pair of jogging bottoms, a Sleeping With Sirens tank top, sports bra and boxer shorts. I handed everything to Ashton. He left silently.
"I'll help you with your stuff." Michael awkwardly shifted in his spot.
I nodded and headed to the bathroom.
After gathering up my makeup and hair supplies, we stuffed it under the sink, along with my shampoo, body wash and razor. Michael put all of my clothes in the closet on a shelf that can't be seen easily when the doors are open.
"You guys need to hurry up. It's been forty-five minutes already. The guys are making jokes about how Michael can't hold it for that long. They're getting suspicious." Ashton closed the door silently behind him.
I watched Michael roll his eyes and stuffed the rest of my things in the closet.
"Okay, I'm moving you to my room," Ashton motioned to me, "and you're gonna go mess up your hair and do the whole 'sex hair' style." He pointed to Michael.
Michael nodded and left the room quickly.
"You really should apologize to him." I raised my eyebrows at Ashton.
"Don't fucking start." He groaned and opened the door.
I followed him out of the room. I could hear laughter coming from downstairs, but one voice stood out the most.
"Honestly, it was the best concert I've been to. Gerard was sassy as fuck, some girl groped my ass, there was tons of Frerard action, and I got some other girls number." Parker spoke loudly, like he always does when he's happy.
I haven't realized how much I missed him until now. Tears gathered in my eyes as I stood there, listening to Parker speak. He's talking about the My Chemical Romance concert he went to in San Diego a few years ago. I remember him getting home at three am and waking me up to talk about how awesome it was. I didn't go cause I was going to a different one back in Chicago. Our parents took us to San Diego to visit relatives and Parker managed to get tickets for the concert.
"Audrey, let's go. They're going to see you if you don't move." Ashton broke me from my thoughts as he tugged on my wrist.
I nodded and rubbed my eyes, trying to rid them of tears. I followed him into his room and he shut the door behind me.
"What was that? Why did you stop walking?" Ashton asked, obviously annoyed with me.
"I-I don't know." I stuttered, feeling the lump in my throat.
Ashton sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His glare softened as he looked at my watering eyes.
"I know you miss him." He replied quietly.
"Mhm." I nodded.
Ashton didn't say anything. Instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck.
"I'm so sorry." He mumbled, rubbing my back reassuringly.
I sniffled and pulled away.
"You should go back downstairs. They're probably wondering where you are." I told him, keeping my voice low, fearing they might hear me even though they won't.
"I should. I'll see you in a bit. When supper is done, I'll bring some up for you. Just, read or something. I don't know, but just do not make too much noise." He gave me a small, dimpled smile.
I returned the smile and nodded slightly. He leaned down and kissed my cheek softly before mumbling a "bye" and hurrying out of the room. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as my face reddened. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Why did he kiss my cheek? That's not very Ashton-like. Ashton hasn't been Ashton-like since he shot Mark. It still shocks me that Ashton shot him. But I'm slowly getting used to him again. After he shot Mark, I avoided him all together. I was scared, more like teriffied to be around him.
My eyes landed on an Ipad that's placed on the edge of the bed. Curiously, I made my way over to the bed and sat down. I picked it up and flipped the cover off. A black, white and purple All Time Low logo faced me. I nodded in agreement and swiped the screen, pleased to see that it has no lock. I immediatly went to Netflix and searched up Death Note. Before pressing play, I reached in the bed side table and pulled out a pair of ear buds. I felt my hand brush against a plastic bag, but didn't put any thought into it. I skipped to episode twenty-seven and pressed the play button.
Soon enough, the earbuds were ripped out from my ears.
"What are you watching?" Ashton asked with amusement as I quickly paused the show.
"The 100." I replied casually, exiting out of the Netflix app.
"I've never heard of it. Anyway, I brought you something to eat." He handed me a plate with three slices of pizza.
I took the plate and thanked him. He sat down next to me and turned on the tv. I ate quietly as he went through a list of new movies that are out.
After finishing, I laid back against the head board. My legs were stretched out in front of me, along with Ashton's. Silently, Ashton got up and approached his closet. I curiously watched him as he pulled out a pair of jogging bottoms. I quickly looked away as he pulled off his shirt, but kept glancing back. I can't deny it. He's hella fit. And good to look at. Ashton pulled off his black skinnies and then put on his other pants. He didn't bother putting on a shirt as he sat on the bed again.
A look of confusion crossed my face as he turned off the tv.
"I'm sorry. About that night." Ashton looked up at me, face full of guilt.
"What do you mean?" I ask, although it's obvious what night he's talking about.
"When, you know, all of that happened." He avoided eye contact with me now.
"Let's just not talk about it. I don't want to have tension if we're staying in the same room." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
He nodded in agreement and looked away. The room was silent, except for the noises coming from downstairs.
"Shouldn't you be downstairs with the other guys?" I broke the silence, seeing as it bothers me.
"I told them I was going to jack off." Ashton looked over at me and gave me a cheeky smile.
"Smart thinking." I replied, finding myself blushing under his stare.
He continued to stare at me. It wasn't like when Calum stared at me. Calum stared at me with lust. Ashton was looking at me with an adoring stare, as if I was the best thing he's ever seen. And it made the butterflies in my stomach flutter around even more.
"I'm going to, uh, change." I gave an awkward smile before getting up and grabbing my clothes from the top of the bed side table.
I entered the bathroom from inside his room and locked both doors. I quickly changed out of my old clothes and into the more comfortable ones. After I pulled my Sleeping With Sirens tank top over my body, I gathered my clothes and left the bathroom. Ashton had American Horror Story on once I entered his room again. Setting my stuff on the table, I sat beside him.
"What time is it?" I asked him after a few seconds.
"About eleven pm." He pulled out his phone to check.
I nodded and turned back to the tv. But Ashton kept drifting into my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to pay attention the the tv, he kept invading my mind. Images of my third day here flashed through my mind. When he pressed me up against the wall and kissed my neck and cheek, I hated it at the time. But thinking about it now, gives me butterflies. I hate that I feel that way about him. Ashton's the reason I want to cry cause my brother is in the same house as me. Ashton's thrown me down stairs and caused me multiple bruises. But I can't help but feel this way. They say you can't control who you have feelings for, and that really bothers me. It's as if I have no control over anything.
"I'm bored." Ashton's thick Australian accent pulled me from my thoughts.
"Me too." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
"We could get high." He suggested, looking over at me.
"What?" I think I heard him wrong.
"I said, we could get high." He reached into the bed side table and pulled out a bag of weed.
That's what my hand touched when I grabbed the headphones. It all clicked together. Michael accusing him of being high when he went in my room that night. He's getting back into it again. Michael said it started with weed, and ended with Acid. (A.N: Currently listening to Acid by Ghost Town when writing this :3 there ya go, useless authors note xD)
"I don't think it's a good idea to be getting into that stuff again, Ashton." I told him with a soft voice but strict tone.
"What do you mean "again"?" He asked, a confused look on his face as he bit his lip.
"Michael told me all about your addiction. About how it started with weed, then went onto meth and heroin, and then Acid and LSD. A little bit of cocaine here and there. I don't think it's a good idea to start again."
"He told you?" His eyes widened and his face took on a look of anger.
"Yes, he did. But please don't get mad at him." I placed a hand on his arm before he could get up.
Immediatly, he stopped moving.
"It-it's just weed. I won't do anything else." He reassured, giving me a hopeful grin.
"That's what you said last time, isn't it?" I raised my eyebrows as he shook his head no.
"Alright, fine. Yes, I said it last time." He sighed in defeat.
"Then put it back. We're not getting high."
Ashton placed the bag back in his bedside table and closed the drawer.
"Well what do we do now?" He asked, sighing in boredom.
"I don't know. There's not much to do."
"What if I got us some drinks?" Ashton gave me a hopeful look.
"Fine, but I'm not drinking a lot." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
He cheered in response and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, Ashton returned. Sitting on the bed, he set down a party pack of Smirnoff Ice. Which consisted of 12 drinks with the flavors of green apple, ice original and raspberry.
"I said I'm not-"
"It's only twelve drinks. We get six each." Ashton cut me off and opened the box.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a raspberry flavoured drink. I popped the cap off and took a sip. The alcohol burned as it went down my throat, but after a few more sips, it didn't bother me as much. Ashton watched me intently as I took sips of my drink.
"C'mon, actually drink it." He chuckled, taking a big swig out of his green apple one.
Rolling my eyes, I took a gulp from the bottle. The raspberry liquid burned a bit more this time. I coughed a bit as my throat tingled. Ashton's giggled at me as I set the bottle down.
"Did you just giggle?" I asked, amusement crossed my face.
"Maybe." He giggled again, covering his mouth with his hand.
"You're so girly." I grinned and moved to sit criss-cross in front of him.
"You love it." He smirked, taking another big gulp from his bottle.
I felt my cheeks heat up as I stuttered out a reply.
"Y-you wish." I rolled my eyes, brushing off the butterflies in my stomach.
He also rolled his eyes, but smiled as he did so. I grabbed my bottle from the table and took a big drink from it.
After a few hours, Ashton had finished all of his six bottles and was working on one of mine. I only drank three before stopping. As for Ashton, you could say he's gonna be pretty sick when he wakes up in the morning. But right now, he's currently telling me about the time his cat ran away from home and he found it in his neighbors backyard.
"And, it tu-turns out, the cat, was act-actually my neighbors!" He hiccuped a few times but finished his sentence, laughing loudly.
"That's a lovely story." I giggled, even though the story is pretty stupid.
"You're a lovely person." He smiled drunkly and tilted his head, making him look really cute.
I blushed lightly and mumbled a "thanks". He smiled widely and finished off his seventh bottle of Smirnoff Ice.
"You're going to regret drinking so much tomorrow morning." I raised my eyebrows as he grabbed another one.
"Why?" Ashton slurred, trying to open his bottle, to which he successfully did after a few tries.
"Because you're going to be sick." I replied, as if it was obvious, but in his drunken state, he won't understand anything.
"Will you take care of me then." He smiled cheekily and gave me a drunken wink.
I rolled my eyes and let out a giggle.
"See, you like my flirting." He smiled and tilted his head again.
"I don't know if this is flirting." I replied, blushing a little.
"It could be, if you want it to." His tried whispering, but due to his drunken state, it was more of a loud whisper.
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. Almost immediatly, I kissed back. The kiss was sloppy due to both of us being drunk, but it wasn't bad. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip in. He tasted of the original flavour of Smirnoff Ice. Since we were sitting across from each other, we had to lean into each other. Ashton's hands found their way to my waist as he pulled me closer. My hands wrapped around his neck and I ran them through his hair. I'm not exactly sitting on his lap, but I'm right in front of him, almost on him.
After a few more seconds, I pulled away, the need for air became too much. Breathing heavily, Ashton leaned his forehead against mine.
"We should do that again sometime soon." He smiled, showing off his dimples.
I rolled my eyes but smiled in agreement.
"Now, I want to do something but I don't know what." Ashton pulled away and got off the bed.
I mimicked him and stood next to his side, steadying him as he swayed a bit. Me being tipsy too didn't help much, but we didn't fall.
"Why don't we watch tv till we fall asleep?" I suggested, stretching my arms.
Ashton nodded and sat back down. I crawled over him to sit on the other side, but his arms grabbed my waist and pulled me down to his side. His arm went around my torso and held me there. His bare chest radiated heat onto me. Blushing a bright red, I stayed still as he picked a show on Netflix.
"I heard Supernatural is pretty good." He hiccuped at the end of his sentence, making his body shake a bit.
"It is, we should watch it." I laughed lightly.
Ashton clicked play and set the remote on the bedside table. He pulled a blanket over us and shifted a bit to get comfortable.
Okay, that's chapter 12 !!!
Shit, it took me a long time to write this
I procrastinate too much
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