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Post by ash on Aug 3, 2012 2:35:13 GMT -5
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i don't wanna feel like i did that day, take me to the place i love
it was just one of those days, the kind where you can't stay cooped up in your house any longer or you may go crazy. yeah, ash was definitely experiencing one of those. it happened quite often actually, the other lads in the group all seemed to get along with their busy schedules just fine, and when they had time off they'd spend it in their flats. how the hell could they handle that? ashton had only been sitting around on his couch for about an hour watching old reruns of the inbetweeners before he just couldn't take it anymore. he had basically growled as he stumbled into his room towards the closet and stripped quickly down to just his underpants. he flung the closet door open quickly, the gush of air flipping his hair back a bit, and then pulled the first garments he saw. luckily, his choice wasn't too bad and he pulled on a plain white tee and some khaki shorts. he also slipped on a pair of gray toms that were worn and beaten up from the many times he had sported them, and then ash was out the door.
he jumped into his car, literally as it was a convertable, and then sped off towards regent street. it might as well have been his second home. the street was one of the richest in london, filled with brand name stores worth thousands each. he could probaly afford to buy most of them if he really wanted too, but today was all about retail therapy. he didn't even have to buy anything, all he needed to do was try the shit on and have someone tell him he looked good in whatever piece of clothing he was wearing it was simple really, and a good way to pick his mood up. he really wasn't expecting to see anybody he knew, rather he was hoping against it. today was supposed to be all about ashton, and he wouldn't mind looking good for a few pictures snapped by the paps either. who would mind being in the newspaper after all?
so, in a state of utter shock, he spotted her. he only knew her from online chatting really, and he had never expected to meet her, or see her, in real life ever. as soon as ash spotted the girl - delilah he thought her name was - he ducked behind a clothes rack. he was too deep in the store to make a bolt to the door now, so he snuck along rack to rack looking like a complete fool. he just really wasn't in the mood, especially after the girl had called him big headed. he was big headed, physichally or egotistically. he just had a lot of pride. wait was that what it was called? who cares. the fact is ashton does not have a big head! he was almost to the door, just a few more feet and he would be homefree.
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Post by tati1 on Aug 3, 2012 13:09:47 GMT -5
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"Time to get dressed, yes?" Delilah set her sister down once she was in their room, she moved to the dresser and pulled out some clothes for not only Millie but for herself. She quickly changed Millie into a simple pair of blue jeans and a white shirt with a butterfly on it. She brushed her dark hair out and tucked some of her hair behind one ear. turning on the telly, Lilah picked up Millie and set her on the edge of the bed. "Stay put, little one." She wiggled a finger at her, feeling a smile tug at her cheeks and walked towards the bathroom. She changed rather quickly into her favourite black skinny jeans and pulled a soft maroon colored v-neck over her head. She applied some foundation, only as much as needed and some mascara. She wasn't the type to get all dollyed up but she still wanted to appear presentable.
Grabbing her bag from the counter, she slung it over her left shoulder and picked up Millie gently, putting her at her hip. She wasn't much of a Regent Street shopper, in all actuality she had never shopped on that street in her life. Though she had been there a few times, perhaps two or three times. And that was simply to get dinner at a fancy restaurant at the end of the street. All paid for by her parents when her mother was still alive and her father wasn't paralyzed, even though they too probably couldn't afford it either. The only reason why she was going today was because she heard from a coworker that they had a nice, affordable, and tasty ice cream parlor within the street. And being that she had a little extra money to spend, she figured it'd be a lovely way to spend her day off.
As they walked hand in hand down the street, slowly of course as Millies legs were much to small and made her steps slow, Delilah look in search for the ice cream parlor. Feeling Millie tug at her hand, she followed her into a clothing store that was to their side, which she was sure Millie only dragged her into because of the tall mannequins that were inside. Millie hurried straight for it, putting out her free hand. Lilah was quick though, and grabbed her with one arm around her waist and picked her up. "you mustn't touch, Millie. alright?" She gave Millie a stern look and Millie simply nodded, sighing some she set her back down and grabbed her hand again, walking towards the some racks. She was there, might as well look at some of the clothes they had. Couldn't hurt to look right? Flipping through the clothes slowly, as Millie tried walking under the racks, she turned one of the price tags over and cringed, letting out a little laugh under her lips. "Bloody hell." She flipped the price tag back around and heard some rustling from a rack beside her. Her eyes moved up and she spotted the top of someones head. She let out a little laugh and tilted her head some. Noticing who it was. "Well..well..." She said lowly, not as loud as she wanted being that she somewhat hopped he didn't see her, then again he most likely did being that he was hiding. The odds of talking to this boy online then spotting in him person.
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Post by ash on Aug 3, 2012 15:28:07 GMT -5
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i don't wanna feel like i did that day, take me to the place i love
he was so close, so so very close, but apparently his hair must have been showing above the racks and the dark haired female must have been able to catch side of his caramel locks. "well.. well.." either she could afford one of the garments of clothing, or she had spotted ashton. he knew it was definitely the latter, however, and he rose a bit slowly. he didn't bother to mask the shock on his face as he looked over at the girl, but his face slowly morphed into a very hesitant smile. "erm.. hey," he offered slowly, with a tiny wave of his hand. "um.. i was looking for my penny you know.." he let out a fake cough. a penny really? was that the best he could do with this.
he slowly reached into his brown hued shorts and moved his hand in his pocket until his fingers brushed against cool copper. he pulled the penny out with a bigger smile than earlier, because at least he had the penny to show her and he wouldn't come off as a total fool. ash really just didn't want the girl to know he was hiding from her, because he didn't have a reason for it really. in the heat of the moment he had ducked down behind the clothes rack, that was all it was. yeah right, nobody is going to buy that. he wanted to roll his eyes at himself so badly, but he figured the girl would think it was aimed at her so he kept his blue orbs on her face, looking for any sign of any type of emotion.
notes: callieturd is my nickname! (: btw my posts should get better too.
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Post by tati1 on Aug 4, 2012 21:40:50 GMT -5
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Post by ash on Aug 5, 2012 19:16:06 GMT -5
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i don't wanna feel like i did that day, take me to the place i love
ashton felt like if he were to look up the term "awkward" in the dictionary, this meeting would definitely be the definition. it was just so.... awkward. there really wasn't any other way to explain it. why was it awkward? that was something he couldn't tell you, but there was like this weird vibe in the air or something. honestly, waking up to a guy in his bed one morning hadn't been this awkward, and they had had sex! what could be more awkward then waking up next to a bloke? well this meeting could be, and it was. ash felt as though she felt the same way, what with the little laugh at him and the fact it was just so damn awkward!
"oh i'm sure that was it." oh fuck, his plan really had sucked. not that he had thought it was brilliant, but he hoped it wasn't that bad. he chuckled a bit, in an attempt to lighten things up. "so uh.. who's the little girl?" he asked nodding his head to the girl in question, who was now in delilah's arms. he smiled at the little girl, not wanting her to think he was a bad person. then he noticed that the brunette, and the little girl as well, were moving towards the exit. he moved sort of the cut them off before they could head out. "well, you can't leave without answering my question, love. that would be down right rude." he said it with a little pout on his face, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity thinking that the girl was delilah's daughter. huh, she didn't seem the type to go have sex and get pregnant. best not judge a book by it's cover, he supposed.
suddenly, a little bit of information popped into his head. this might be the girl matt is always droning on about. at that thought, his pout slowly turned into a mischeivious smirk. oh if it was her, he was going to embarass the hell out of his band mate. it's what friends do right? "one last question, babe. do you happen to know a matthew king? well, i know you know him. but do you recall being friends with him ever?" if it wasn't her, god this would be even more awkward than it was before.
notes: overuse of awkward is awkward. sorry another horrid post by yours truly.
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Post by tati1 on Aug 5, 2012 22:30:11 GMT -5
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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px]Delilah hadn't gotten far before the brown haired boy had stepped quickly before her. Her chance at her escape of the most painfully awkward conversation and meeting she had ever gone through had been cut down. Glancing up at the boy she listened as he went on about her being rude if she didn't answer his question. A small laugh escaped her lips and she rolled her eyes some, tucking some hair behind her ear and stepping to the side. She wasn't too sure what to tell him, because in a way she was hers, she had legal rights over her, custody and everything, but at the same time how would people think if she went on saying she was her daughter? Would it really matter? Clearing her throat she glanced over at her baby sister and smiled before glancing over to Ashton. "I'm her legal guardian, So I guess you could say she's my daughter."
As Delilah began to think over about it she couldn't help but feel ashamed that she was even slightly worried about calling Millie her daughter because of what others would think. Even when her parents were alive, Lilah was more of a mother to Millie then her mother had ever been. Sure her father would've been upset to hear her say such a thing, but overall her parents were never fit to be parents. They were in the teenager rock star lifestyle they thought they still lived in.
"one last question, babe. do you happen to know a matthew king? well, i know you know him. but do you recall being friends with him ever?" At the sound of Matthew's name, Lilah's eyes bolted up at Ashton, she raised an eyebrow and cleared her throat. "Uh, perhaps." She shrugged her shoulders some, not yet trusting this boy. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to know about any of the past between her and Matthew, cause who knew how much he knew. He definitely seemed like the type who would lie to get more out of her and she wasn't sure if she wanted to spill all her thoughts on and about Matthew and how life was when he left.
"Now, if you don't mind..Millie would like some icecream." Pushing a smile onto her cheeks she nodded her head and pushed past him gently and onto the pavement.
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Post by ash on Aug 5, 2012 23:03:12 GMT -5
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i don't wanna feel like i did that day, take me to the place i love
strange enough, it had turned from ashton trying to hide from delilah to delilah trying to run from ashton. how.. erm odd. although, he had a strange suspision the sudden change in the girl's attitude had to do with the fact he had brought up a certain matthew king. he had watched the blatant stretch of her eyes as they widened in shock, just at the mention of his name. he wondered quickly what other facial expressions he could get out of the other girl, and he intended to see which ones he could get without taking it too far. however, before ash even had a chance to open up his mouth again delilah was pushing past the tan lad out of the store quickly stating something about how the little girl - millie - wanted ice cream. he chuckled, and turned on his heel to follow behind. oh he wasn't giving up yet, by messing with the brunette girl he was also messing with matt, and that was always a great time. "what you aren't going to invite me? i like ice cream too y'know." he quickened his step so he was right next to her, not close enough they would brush against eachother, but close enough to you know.. make her uncomforatable. oh this would be a brilliant time.
"millie, what's your favorite flavor of icecream?" he hoped he was allowed to ask that and he wasn't considered a pedophile or something for it. or, that the girl would freak out and delilah would have to leave. that would ruin all of the fun! he had turned to give the girl a bright white toothed smile before turning his attention back towards delilah. "so, you two know eachother yes?" he lets out a laugh, the smirk on his face in full force now. "or is matthew spreading little white lies about the beautiful delilah who i used to hang out with bla bla bla. i think he's in love." he drawled out the love just for emphasis, and sustained a giggle.
"if you are that delilah, which i think you are since your eyes got so big with shock earlier, am i invited to the wedding? if i am i'll surely be the best man!" maybe he was taking it a bit far, he knew that this girl would be contacting matthew if she could, only because he was putting it out there that matt was utterly in love with her. he talked about her enough, yeah, but ashton wouldn't think to label it that quite yet. but matt didn't confide in ashton for anything, cause ash is the loose lips drunk kind of guy. secrets are not meant to be told to the brunette boy, but he hears enough from the other lads who spread it on anyways. he just really desperately wanted to see the girl pull another face, or flush bright red like matt did when he was embarrassed.
notes: tried for a longer post, and failed miserably. what is happening titty??! D :
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Post by tati1 on Aug 6, 2012 10:11:00 GMT -5
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"Bubble gum! Bubble gum!" Millie giggled out and Delilah moved her to her other side of her hip. "Talking to strangers is bad Millie." She let out a small laugh and continued walking, know that Millie had already turned to look back at the boy. This lad was all too much, clearly he had known it was her the entire time or he wouldn't be following her to poke the details out of her. She let out a small laugh to herself and shook her head at the thoughts. Raising an eyebrow at his next comments, she stopped in her tracks and turned to him, moving Millie again to her other side of her hips. Her cheeks already changing different shades of red.
"You know, you talk far too much. Especially about stuff you know nothing about." She tucked some hair behind her ear, had Matthew honestly told Ashton all of that? She surely wouldn't have, being how big of a mouth she already knew he had. Clearing her throat she rubbed the back of her neck and turned forward again, continuing on her path to the ice cream parlor.
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Post by ash on Aug 6, 2012 10:27:59 GMT -5
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i don't wanna feel like i did that day, take me to the place i love
thank goodness the kid seemed to be enjoying his presence. with every move he made, the little girl seemed to be following his movements and ashton periodically made funny faces at her just to make her feel more at ease. delilah only shook her head and told millie not to talk to strangers, "'cept i'm not a stranger. i know matt, matt knows you, you know me now too. not to mention i'm in a boy band. i don't think i'm a stranger to anyone now." he let out a breathy laugh, as that was the total truth. it seemed everyone knew something about his life whether it be his age or something more personal that a die hard fan would know. like his nickname boobear. he didn't mind of course, with fame came many great things. like all the money, all the people who love you, and well basically everyone knows who you are. but then again there are the downsides like the fans always wanting to be by you, the homophobes who couldn't take a joke, and that everyone knows who you are. that is no mistake that that is mentioned twice. while everyone knowing who he is is great, it also means a lot of people dislike him just cause they can or they envy it. whatever, ashton doesn't even pay attention to that shit anyways. he had much more interesting things to worry about, like messing with matt and delilah, that was much more fun and easy.
he liked matt, he really did, but he liked messing with him more. there had been jokes that had been taken way to far and matt would only get a bit angry at him, but then again ashton didn't know what matthew's max level of anger was. it just seemed that the other boy was always happy, and always taking care of all of them. ashton seemed to need taking care of most though, and the two had a somewhat weird relationship. the caramel haired boy knew matt disapproved of his sleeping around, yet if ash were to say i need to borrow your key i'm locked out, matt would be there to help him. it was just the way things worked, and ashton definitely took advantage of them. he loved matthew though, and while he was messing about, he was only trying to bring something good out of it.
matt didn't even talk all that often about the girl, he had mentioned something about a love song and maybe a few details here and there about her but ash could tell he was completely smitten. and so he was going to use that against him, only for a laugh. he knew the other lads, matt excluded, would probaly find it as funny as himself. matt was just so easy to embarass, it was almost not even a challenege anymore. also, he figured if he went too far delilah wouldn't get too mad at him. ash could never see one of his best mates with a bitch, so he figured he had nothing to worry about with the girl. plus, the little girl seemed to like her enough so he thought he was spot on with his thinking,
"you know you talk far to much. especially about stuff you know nothing about." he chuckled, "well aren't you being defensive?" his grin was huge, it was his trademark face yeah, but this was big. "and i know a lot more than nothing about this whole situation. care to share your motives with me about our little matty?"
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