Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 2

Ashley’s pov

I sauntered downstairs, already knowing what to expect from hearing the loud shouting from the boys. I groan rolling my eyes when I reach the bottom. “You guys are loud.” I whine walking over to the three boys on the couch. They were busy watching football.

“Fucking Christ, did you see that?!” Arden yelled, tossing some popcorn at the TV. “Boo!” He grunt before taking a handful of popcorn and stuffed his mouth.

“What a fucking loser!” Ryan agreed, his face  had turned a shade of red. Either he was mad or he was currently suffering from the heat in this house.

(“This guy sucks ass!”)

“Questo ragazzo succhia il culo!” Blake chuckles. The rest join him and I’m left utterly confused. Does Arden even know what Blake just said?

Am I seriously being ignored here? Letting out a breath of irritation, I plod over to the kitchen area, leaving the boys screaming at the television. So much for ‘hurry up and get ready.’

I take off the scrunchie that was wrapped around the bone of my wrist and weaved my silky black hair through it until the strands were off my back.

Some tendrils still fluttered on my forehead but it wasn’t enough to irk me. “Morning mom.” I greeted her. She was busy cooking lunch, her back facing me as she circled a spoon in the pan before her.

She turned around just enough so I could see her face to send me a warm smile. “Morning baby, you woke up late. You’re lucky I saved you some breakfast, your dad and brother almost finished it all.” She laughed.

I sat down on one of the stools, resting my forearm on the cold marble counter. “Well technically I woke up early, I was just busy reading that’s all.” I admitted sheepishly.

she twirls around to face me. A red sauce coated the spoon, its scent making my belly grumble. She

comes before books Ashley? Books can

little kid. “I know mommy. This one was just-” I looked

off with a blush. I prayed mom wouldn’t notice my now redden face. I should’ve left my hair

gestures for me to taste. I run a finger on the spoon, the sauce covers it. I draw it to

hair falls loosely over her shoulder, the tips softly touching the end of her blue t-shirt. Her eyes crinkle at the corner

though she already knew

identical to mine. The

roll of heat. His shirt brushed my back and I involuntarily suck in a sharp breath. Stop it Ashley, he’s

my ponytail. I twist my head to look at him. Green eyes meet blue and

his tone. The way his voice took a husky edge when he usually

mom was present. For God’s sake she didn’t even

anymore and

in a friendly way lately, now have you ash? My conscience mocked me. I got off the stool and clutch his

at Belle’s!” I

and leads me to drop his

massage the crease between my eyebrows. “Don’t frown Ley, you’ll get wrinkles on that pretty little face of

walk over to Ryan and Arden. Their eyes

gaze to the screen. My finger hover over the off button before I finally pressed it. The screen goes blank