"Okay, I don't want to keep going this way. Mike I really like your sister... I came to ask her if she wanted to be my girlfriend."

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Michael again looks from Ashton to me.
"Is-... Is that true?" He asks me.


I nod my head.
"What did you say?" He asks on.


"Yes." I mumble as quietly as possible.


I see the anger in his eyes and immediately look away.



"She first didn't wanted to because she was afraid of your reaction Mike, I convinced her..." Ashton says.



I can see how Mike's eyes go to Ashton.
"So, you're the problem?" He asks.



Ashton looks at me and I look at Mike.
I have seen Mike angry only a few times and honestly, I was terrified every time he was.


Mike is quiet for a moment before running at Ashton and tackling him to the ground.


I freeze as I see how Mike beats Ashton up while Ashton's trying to defend himself.
Suddenly Mike punches Ashton across the face and blood spats out of his mouth, onto my white tiled floor.



My body decides to work again and I try to get Mike off Ashton.
"Dammit Mike stop! You're going to kill him!" I yell as I try to pull him away.



He doesn't say anything and throws me off him, against my closet.
I groan in pain and get up again.



"Mike stOp!" I yell and try again to push him off.



When I finally get him off his hands are cover with blood.
"Are you okay?" I ask to Ashton who had stood up too.



"Yeah, I'm fine don't worry." He wipes with the back off his hand some blood from his mouth.
I nod my head slowly and turn to Mike.


"Are you fucking crazy?!" I yell.
"May-" he begins but I cut him off.



"No, get out! I don't want to see you right now!"
"But-"


"Out!"
He sighs and turns around. He shakes his head a little as he walks away and slams the door behind his back.



I turn back to Ashton and lead him to my bed.
He sits down and I check his face.



"Wait here." I say as I stand up and walk to the bathroom.
I treat the wounds very carefully, afraid to hurt him too much.



"May, I've had a lot worse that this, stop doing this so soft." He rolls his eyes.
"I can't."



"Do it Just like this." He grabs my hand softly and leads it to one if the cuts above his eyebrow.
He slowly, but with some pressure, wipes across it with the cotton that I have in
my hand.



I sigh but nod my head.
"You don't have to be afraid that you'll hurt me. You won't, I promise." He assures me.



I nod my head again and go on.
"How do I look?" He asks.



"Awful."


"But.." I add.
"Still very handsome."



He smirks and winks at me.
"So you do think that I'm good looking?"



"Never said that I didn't." I smirk back.
When I'm done I look at his shirt.



"Is that Mike's blood or your's?" I ask.
"Probably a little of both." He mumbles.



"Pull it off."
"Well, you're straight to the point, aren't you?" He smirks.



"Do you wanna keep walking in that shirt then?"
"Point taken."



He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off.
"What am I gonna wear? I mean, I don't think Mike will let me borrow one of his shirts now." He chuckles softly while he hands me the shirt.



"You're house is literally next door, go change." I roll my eyes.
"NooOoo." He whines and falls down onto my bed.



"I don't wanna." He pouts.
I put the shirt away and sigh.



I open my closet and get one of my 'way too big but way too comfy' shirts out.
"Here." I throw it at him.



"My Little Pony?" He holds up the grey shirt.
"It's that or nothing."



"I prefer nothing."
"So you wanna go downstairs shirtless?" I lift an eyebrow.



He sighs and pulls it on.
"You see, I think you look still super hot." I smirk.


He rolls his eyes at me.
"How come that this shirt is so big?" He complains on.


"Because I like it when I have big shirt. You can snuggle up into them and be cozy and shit."
Again, he rolls his eyes and this time I do the same.


"Don't roll you eyes at me." He looks at me.
"I did."


"Don't do it again."


I roll my eyes and smirk.
"Stop it." He says as he walks to me.


I roll my eyes.
"Don't."



I roll my eyes.
"May..."


I roll my eyes.


Suddenly within a few seconds he has me pinned down onto my bed.


I smirk and he closes the distance between our lips.
He lets go of my wrists and I put them around his neck.


He lets his tong slip into my mouth and I turn us around.
He places his hands on my hips and I softly grinds into him once.


He smirks and I smirk back.


"Practiced princess?" He smirks.
"Yeah, with a pillow." I roll my eyes.


He chuckles and leans up on one elbow as he kisses me again.


"Maybe you should pull the shirt off again. I don't think it fits you right." I smirk and pull the shirt softly.


"Nono, it's mine now. I'm gonna keep it." He smirks before pulling me back into his lips.


I hear a faint sound of a door crack but I'm too lost in Ashton to react.


"May..?"

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