"You're so adorable!"
Ashley was getting hit on again by one of the bar sluts with tits the side of Texas. Her bleach blonde hair fell past her shoulders, her skimpy little pink tank top barely covered her chest and her shorts looked more like underwear. I usually wouldn't mind the fact that Ashley was getting attention if it weren't for the fact he blew me off every time some chick wanted to ride him like a horse. I sat on the other side of him casually sipping my drink.
"Am I?" he giggled drunkenly, pulling his mouth into one of his perfect little smiles.
Shit I loved that smile, you could take a picture of it, hang it up on a wall and make the room look nice. The little goatee lit it up nicely too, the that bitch seemed to be enjoying it more then I ever would be able too. She giggled something, the leaned closer to him.
Jealousy hit me like a rock. Ashley and I are wingmen for eachother, even though hes a natural chick magnet he always gets better. I'm worse, I'm just some over exited weirdo he'd never think twice about even looking at in the "queer" way I looked at him. I'd forever be the loveless crazy-ass CC.
Ashley said something I couldn't make out, playing with McWhore's hair. I couldn't take it. I tapped him on the shoulder. "Yo Ashley!"
He ignored me the first time, but then I basicly whacked his ahoulder with my hand. "Dude!"
"Can I have some money?"
This was bound to drive her away. Ashley had a pink and white Hello Kitty wallet with pictures of his dogs in it, a present from either someone in his family or an over-loving fan. He usually didn't need to take it out since I always pay but for right now, I'm "out" of money, and he owes me at least $100 by now.
"CC I'm busy!" he said, his eyes flickering nervously to the blonde. She was popping out her chest and making a "cute" face at him.
"You owe me." I said, pouting.
I crossed my arms.
Ashley rolled his eyes then looked back at the girl, turning his attention back to her. I growled slightly to myself and poked him between the shoulder blades. He whipped back around, looking more pissed then ever.
Blondie looked on, concerned. "Should I leave?"
"No" Ashley said quickly. "My friend is just bothering me, thats all."
"Define friend." I grumbled softly.
Ashley flipped his hair out of his face and flirted with the bitch again. I shoved my glass back to the barmaid and yanked the car keys off of Ashley's belt loop.
"Where you going man?" he asked.
"Home." I said, pocketing them.
"We just got here, whyah leaving?" he gave me the most bullshit confused look ever.
"I'm out of money." I said plainly then looked at the girl "Drive him home and don;t give him any STDs, okay sweetheart?"
She looked offended. "Excuse me?"
I had turned and walked off before I could catch Ashley's dirty look, not even the good kind of dirty if you get what I mean. I got into the nice little car Ashley had bought with tour money and started the engine, heading off for my apartment.
I passed out in the living room in the weirdest position only drunk CC could make, my shirt had twisted so the back was half-way around to the front and my fingers were poking my mouth, I had some kind of starfish pose if you can imagine it. Around 3AM I woke back up and looked around the dark room. The Xbox glowing somewhat and the street lamps outside were flickering annoyingly. i tried ot get up only to realize a small blanket had been tossed over me. I kicked it off and fixed my shirt, scratching my head I made my way to my bedroom, passing Ashley's room on the way.
Memories of a few hours ago struck me, making me want to go tell Ashley off for being a prick. He probably wasn't home though, he usually didn't return from "nights over" until at least 5AM. Then I remembered the blanket, he must be home.
I carefully opened his bedroom door, peeking carefully through the crack. as I opened it just enough to fit through it decided to creak, making Killer shuffle in his sleep at the foot of the bed. I held my breath and continued in.
Sure enough Ashley was there, blankets covering his entire body. They rose and fell as he slept, giving me the overwhelming urge to jump on him. His bed was big enough for the whole though, so I could just slide in unnoticed.
I moved closer a few steps and reached down to shake him, before I could touch him Tokyo yiped at me. i jumped and almost called out.
"CC I know you're there."
He reached up and turned on the black and red lamp he kept beside his bed, pushing the blankets off his head. He looked adorable when he was tired, by the way.
"Whats up? Trying to rape me again?" he chuckled, sitting up. Holy shit he was shirtless too...
"N-no I..." I couldn't talk right. He was making my stomach do cart wheels.
Ashley shifted over and patted the bed, beckoning me to sit. I tucked my legs underneath me and rested my hands on my what you would consider thighs, looking down shyly.
"Care to explain your little act of getting me away from Bethany?" he asked after a minuet of silence.
"I was jealous." I mumbled.
"Jealous." I said. "I was jealous."
Ashley giggled. "I could've helped you if you asked. She had a sister."
Great. Two girls?
"Well I hope you had fun." I said, trying to smile. For once it was hard.
"Nah. I got worried about you and then her sister came and took her home, thats why I'm home so early. Glad to see you were on the sofa." he patted my shoulder.
So oblivious! I thought he doesn't even realize who I'm really jealous of!
"We could go get someone, if thats what you're looking for..." he said uncertainly.
"I don't want a stupid one night standing whore!" I blurted. "I want you!"
Ashley blinked in surprise. "Me?"
A tear trickled my eye and I tried to hide. "Yeah." I said softly.
We were quiet for another moment, you could cut the awkward in the air with a knife. I looked at him through my hair, he had that pondering look instead of disgust, which made me feel a bit better.
"CC..." he murmured, brushing my hair away from my face. I felt a line of red go across my cheekbones.
"Y-yes Ash?" I mumbled.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine, looking right in my eyes. "I feel the same."
My breath got caught in my throat and before we could stop ourselves our lips crashed together, his tongue poking at my teeth. I allowed entrance for a second before he pulled back.
"Yeah?" my face was on fire.
He kicked the blanket aside. "C'mere."