✔ DRUNK words, SOBER thoughts ✖ hemmings au

18. Blessed & Happy

ARI.

Michael was a blessing. While most girls went out and got their hair done with their gal pals, I got my hair retouched with one of my best friends. Because Michael often dyed his hair, he and I would do ours together. My black roots were visible and and my normally deep red hair was fading into a dark, burnt orange hue - it looked disgusting.

The two of us sat on the couch of Michael's basement with clear, plastic shower caps on our heads. He and Calum were playing video games - typical. Ashton was in the corner Facetiming my sister which was still weird to me, and Luke and I were reading issues of Alternative Press.

"You know what would be cool?" Luke asked after about thirty minutes of reading silently.

"What?" I replied, keeping my eyes on the magazine in my lap.

"If you got a fun band like All Time Low or Mayday Parade to perform at your birthday party," Luke suggested. I turned to look at him with a raised brow. He smiled with hopefulness.

"Like that's gonna happen," I scoffed, closing the glossy-paged magazine. "Maybe for like thousands of dollars they'd perform... you should perform."

"What the hell? No way Ari," Luke argued, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Why not? You're pretty good. And you could do it for free," I snarkily grinned, wiggling my eyebrows mischievously

"Free? Oh hell no honey," Luke sassed, rolling his eyes and snapping his lips, "I'm not cheap."

"I'm sorry, I forgot you're a high class whore," I teased, laughing at my own joke. Luke shot me a glare, hitting me on top of the head with the magazine in his hands.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, my jaw dropped as I grabbing the pillow next to me. I catapulted it toward's Luke's head, but he moved away just in time for the pillow to miss his face and plummet right into Ashton. Luke and I bursted in laughter as we watched Ashton's body jump and look at us with an annoyed grimace. He gave my sister an apologetic look before placing his phone down and running towards the two of us.

"Kill Luke, he started it!" I yelled, pushing Luke into Ashton's wrath.

"What?! You're the one who threw the pillow!" Luke accused. I giggled as I hid behind the tall white boy, feeling him get smacked over and over again with a pillow.

"I'm trying to woo Mia! Don't fúck this up for me Hemmings!" Ashton bellowed. Bowls of popcorn and skittles flew into the air, raining down on us like this were Candyland. Calum and Michael who were so engrossed in their video game, were completely unfazed by their surroundings. The two gamers stared at the screen with full concentration.

"Dude! I'm sorry!" Luke chuckled, "you're woo-ing is working anyway. Mia likes you man!"

"Don't try to get out-- hold on," Ashton halted his attack on Luke, standing up straighter to give him a quizzical look. "Wait, Mia likes me?"

"Luke, you weren't supposed to tell him," I carped, throwing my hands to my hips.

"Why not?" Luke exasperated.

"Yea, why not?" Ashton chimed in.

"Because that's not how it works," I explained with a sigh. I stood up from the couch, several pieces of Tropical Skittles falling from my shirt. "You're supposed to keep chasing my sister until she thinks it's time for you to know that she likes you."

"That makes no sense. Now that I know she likes me, we can move things faster," Ashton suggested, a playful grin forming on his face.

"Don't you frigging dare Irwin! You stay slow! She might be older, but she can be fragile. Hurt her and I swear your balls are going in the BBQ pit!" I threatened, meeting him at his feet. I stood at my tip toes to somewhat match his height, but it was no use. Ashton still towered over me like the Empire State Building. Ah, the perks of being Asian.