Filler Chapter, guys. Nothing really happens here. I'll post a longer one tomorrow. Sorry for the wait.
"Hold on," Aiden stalled the movement of his 'friend'. "I have to wake up my roommate first. Just," he paused, sharing a chaste kiss with the brunette before grabbing her hand and gently pushing her off to the side. "Stay here for a second, okay?" he asked.
Once he got a nod in response, Aiden tip toed quietly into his room, trying his best not to wake the sleeping brunette. He wanted to wake the girl up as calmly as possible. It was a little too late for yelling.
He found the girl curled in her blankets sound asleep. She looked cute. In a way he was going to regret waking her, but he had to do what he had to do. He took a seat on the edge of her bed. "Ash," he whispered softly, gently shaking the girl.
No response.
He tried again with a sigh. "Ash, wake up."
He watched as Ashley slowly picked her head up from the pillow, searching the opposite side of the room for her intruder. He couldn't help but laugh at the girl in her sleepy haze.
Hearing the boy's chuckle, Ashley turned around and came face to face with Aiden. She groaned, rolling her eyes before plopping her head back down on her fluffy pillow. He tried not to, but Aiden laughed again.
Calming down, he sighed. "Okay. Unless you want to watch me have sex..." He trailed off, watching Ashley's head quickly shoot up from her pillow.
"You're joking, right?" Ashley groggily asked. Supporting herself up on her elbows, she stared at the boy next to her. Did he really expect her to just leave the room in the middle of the night? It felt as if she'd just fallen asleep, what the hell was his problem.
"Uh, see, I wish I was. But I haven't been laid in abou—"
"Finish that sentence, Aiden. I dare you." Ashley cut the boy off with a growl. She was not, in any way, in the mood for this.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked at the camera with tired eyes. "I hate people," she rubbed her eyes. "Now I know why I stayed home for college." She shook her head. "Dealing with roommates is one pain in the ass."
"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm sorry," Aiden paused, thinking of what to say next. "But I haven't gotten laid in God knows how long, and well, when the opportunity comes a knocking, I mean, who am I to turn it down?" he asked the question as he turned to face his side of the room, a smirk forming on his face. He turned back to Ashley to find her, once again, buried in her pillow, only this time screaming into it. Luckily for him, Ashley made her way out of the bed and out of the room without a word, tugging her blanket as well as her pillow along the way.
"She better fucking be worth it." She whispered to herself. She didn't care how annoyed she sounded at that moment; all she knew was that she was tired. She stood outside her room, turning to the girl waiting outside. She sent her a glare to let her know she wasn't happy about this. "Slut," She mumbled, making her way down the stairs, across the hall and onto the couch.
All Aiden's 'friend' could do was let out a nervous giggle as she watched Ashley set up her sleeping area.
Once he was done making the inside of the room presentable, Aiden made his way to the doorway, already beckoning the girl over. "Okay, let's go." He said, grabbing the girl's arm, leading her into the room and eventually into his bed.
Confessional…Aiden
Pursing his lips in thought, Aiden looked to the camera. "Okay, it's not like I don't feel bad for kicking Ashley out but…I mean, have you seen this girl?" He shrugged, unable to keep a smile from making its way onto his face. "I'm a guy. How could I not take advantage of this?"
Without getting much sleep the previous night, Ashley was the first to wake up. Or at least get up. She sleepily made her way to the kitchen, her feet leading her to the cabinets in search for food. She didn't know what she wanted for breakfast. All she knew was that she was hungry. After the night she had, she definitely wanted to start that day off right.
Finding some pancake mix, Ashley quickly opened it and started to make herself, and whoever decided to join her that morning, some breakfast. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, Ashley reopened them to find Spencer already sitting across from her, watching her intently. It was weird to her how fast Spencer had just appeared. She didn't think any more of it, though. Instead she smiled.
Confessional...Spencer
"I never thought I'd say another girl was cute," Spencer said to the camera. "Pretty, yes, but cute? Never." She shook her head. "But I have to admit, Ashley does look cute when she's tired."
"Morning," the blonde said. She couldn't help grinning at the sight of Ashley.
"Hey," Ashley greeted. She honestly was so tired she hardly wanted to speak, but with Spencer-she didn't really know, it was just different. She could talk to Spencer. She didn't mind talking to Spencer.
"Late night?" Spencer asked.
Ashley sighed, her eyes focusing only on the pancakes in front of her. "Uh, you could say so." She said nothing more, not wanting to bore Spencer with that explanation. But when the blonde asked, Ashley supplied. "Let me just put it this way; Drunk Aiden, plus drunk whore, plus big bed equals—"
"Yeah. You know what? I got it. Thanks." Spencer interrupted with a smile. Her face scrunched at the thought of Aiden and sex.
Ashley laughed as she flipped her pancakes. "No problem."
Taking her eyes off the brunette, Spencer surveyed her new home. She'd seen it all the previous day, but she still couldn't believe that this house was hers for the next several months. Her eyes caught several paintings to which she believed fit the house perfectly. Lowering her gaze, Spencer eyed the couch covered with a blanket and a pillow hanging slightly over the edge of the cushions.
Her eyes moved back to Ashley. "So what, you slept on the couch?" She asked, shifting her position on the stool. She never found them comfortable.
Ashley looked up at Spencer, then over to the couch. Her lips twitched at the corners; the start of a small smile. "Attempted to sleep on the couch would be more like it."
Spencer frowned. "You didn't sleep?" when Ashley shook her head, Spencer shrugged, her fingers lowering to play with the string on her pajama pants. "You should have come into my room."
"Yeah, that wasn't gonna happen." She smiled, but once seeing an almost hurt expression on Spencer's face, she assured the girl it was only because she could hardly make it to the couch.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley shook her head. "I swear that girl better have been worth it." She rolled her eyes. "Probably the worst night of sleep in my life,"
Spencer smiled. "Gotcha," her eyes scanned over the counter focusing on nothing in particular, but she wanted to switch the subject. She picked up the salt shaker, and toyed with it. "So," she smiled up at the brunette. "What are you making?"
She was so caught up in keeping conversation with Ashley that she didn't realize how stupid her question was. She could easily look over the counter and see what the brunette was cooking. In fact, she already had. She blushed at the smile Ashley sent her way.
"Pancakes,"
Spencer nodded her head, the blush only growing on her cheeks.
Ashley tried to keep her smile small, but it was getting hard. Eventually she walked over to the cupboard and grabbed two plates. She picked up the spatula and lifted up a pancake. "They're almost done. You want some?"
Spencer shook her head. "No. No thank you. Those are for you."
"No. Don't worry about it. I made extras. Plus, they're probably the best you've ever had." Ashley grinned cheekily.
Spencer smirked. "Oh, I doubt that."
Her pancakes finally finished, Ashley loaded the plate next to her before dropping her spatula. She stared Spencer down, her eyes penetrating the blonde's. "Oh, yeah? What to bet?"
Spencer licked her lips before sucking them in, trying her best to hide a huge smile. "Fine," she relented. "But if I don't like it, you get to buy me dinner." She didn't know where that came from, but she let it hang out there.
Ashley thought it over for a couple seconds. She liked the sound of that. But what about her? "And if you do like them?" She hoped for something better on her part.
Spencer shrugged. "Then I buy you dinner."
Ashley mulled it over. "Alright. Fair enough." She reached over to her left and grabbed an empty plate, scooping up a pancake with the spatula. She settled the plate in front of Spencer, not forgetting the syrup on the other side of the counter. You couldn't have pancakes without something on top. "Eat up."
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer bit the corner of her lip as she stared at the camera. "They kind of do look good." She shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "She's just lucky I like pancakes."
"So pushy," Spencer commented, a playful edge in her voice.
Ashley watched the blonde with a smirk. At Spencer's first bite, she seemed to enjoy it. At least in Ashley's eyes. When Spencer looked up and found Ashley watching her with a grin, her expression drastically changed. She scrunched her face in disgust.
"Yeah, I think someone owes me a dinner." Spencer commented, pushing her plate forward. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of her smile.
Ashley chuckled as she watched Spencer slide down from her stool and walk away. She crossed her arms and leaned against the fridge. She was about ready to grab Spencer's plate and finish her food, but it was taken away quickly. She looked up to find Spencer blushing.
"I'm just gonna grab these," Spencer backed her way through the foyer. "You know, for Madison."
Ashley smiled widely at the retreating blonde. That girl was certainly a trip.
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer shrugged at the camera. "Okay, so I lied…sue me."
Ashley nodded her head. "Right. Madison."
Once Spencer reached the stairs, she turned around and met Ashley's eyes. "Oh, and I like Italian food."
Carmen rolled over in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Surprisingly she didn't feel that bad this morning. Then again, she didn't really drink much the night before. The previous night was just a test. She wanted to test the waters with what beverages to stick to while she was here. She looked over at the other side of the room and saw Chelsea looking through a photo album. She felt like being nosey, that morning. Not like that was such a new thing to her. She sat up against her headboard and peeked over just a bit, but enough for Chelsea to hear some movement. Carmen met the girl's eyes.
"Boyfriend?" she asked, nodding at the picture Chelsea was looking at.
Chelsea smiled, replaying the memory in the photo. It was taken at the beach. "Yeah, Clay,"
"What's he like?"
Chelsea sighed, and Carmen could tell it wasn't a bored sigh. It was a sigh of longing and adoration for the man in the photo. "He's great, you know? Funny. Nice. Charming." Carmen could practically see the girl's eyes glazing over. "Everything I want in a boyfriend."
Carmen grinned. "You're so in love it's disgusting."
Chelsea didn't need to glare at the girl. She knew it was a compliment by the way Carmen was smiling. "Well," Chelsea heaved a breath, "I should be. Considering we have a child together."
After hearing nothing from the other side of the room, Chelsea stole a glance at Carmen. She found the girl with her mouth open, clearly not caring how un-attractive it looked.
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen stared at the camera. "Bull…Shit…"
Carmen shook herself out of her daze. "Whoa. Hold the phone," she paused, climbing out of the covers and marching over to Chelsea's bed, taking a seat across from the other woman. "You," she pointed, "have a child?"
Chelsea nodded her head. "Yep. He's almost four." She flipped through her photo album until she got to a picture of her little boy.
Carmen stared in shock, grabbing the photo album out of Chelsea's hand. "No shit," she mumbled. "What, so that means," she paused, counting her fingers to herself. "Whoa. You had him when you were eighteen?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "But please don't tell anybody. I want to be the one to tell them." She explained. "I mean, I want them to hear it from me."
Carmen understood. "Yeah, no. Of course. Don't worry about it. I wouldn't say anything." She assured the girl.
What a night. Even though it was pretty much all a blur to him, Aiden did remember the sex. It wasn't the best he'd had, but it wasn't bad. Actually, he had to admit it was pretty good. He smiled to himself in bliss. He lied down for a couple more minutes before looking over to the bedside table at the clock. He groaned. He needed to get up. He looked down, feeling an arm wrapped around his midsection. His eyes shifted to the sleeping body next to him. He sighed with a shake of his head.
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden squinted at the camera. "What the hell?" He shook his head. "I'm pretty sure I walked her out last night,"
"Hey," he rubbed his right eye tiredly before softly shoving the girl. "Wake up." No answer. He tried again, but this time all he got was a groan.
Confessional…Aiden
Shaking his head, Aiden looked down. "Seriously. I don't get it. I remember walking her out. I usually do all I can to avoid the morning after."
He got up from the bed and pulled his boxers on shortly after. Sleepily walking around the bed, Aiden tapped the girl repeatedly on her naked thigh. "Hey. Come on. Wake up." He kept talking, hoping the girl would hear him. "You need to leave now." He lifted the covers off the girl, revealing her naked body. He watched as the girl blindly reached for the warmth of the covers before she gave up and chose a different position. One she was more comfortable in, he assumed.
"Hey, can I—"
Aiden's head snapped to the doorway once he heard a voice. He was met with Ashley. He watched as the girl covered her eyes and with a quick apology and turned on her heel, ready to leave. He practically sprinted across the room to grab a hold of Ashley's elbow, yanking the brunette back in.
"Ash, she won't wake up." He groaned.
"Did you kill her?"
"What?" Aiden asked, confused. Then he smiled at Ashley's assumption. "Oh, no. If we went another round, maybe, though."
"Gross." Ashley frowned, backing away. "I don't want to hear about that."
Aiden grabbed for her again. "I'm joking. I'm sorry." He glanced back at the girl occupying his bed. "Seriously, though. She won't wake up."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley grinned at the camera. "Priceless…"
Aiden shrugged, keeping his eyes on his one night stand. "I don't know. Can you like," he sighed, turning back to Ashley. "Wake her up, maybe?"
Ashley mulled it over. She found Aiden's situation somewhat hilarious. She wanted to be a part of it too. She grinned widely as she made her way towards the girl. "Hey, whore," she started, poking the girl's cheek not so softly. When the girl didn't even stir, Ashley moved in closer. "Wake up!"
The girl jumped out of bed, startled. She rubbed her face, hardly seeming to care about her lack of clothing. Ashley watched the girl for a second before glancing up at Aiden. With a grateful smile from Aiden, Ashley walked out of the room, her job done.