Devils Daughters

"I'll just go ceck on Ashley," I said as I walked away and headed to my room, two coffees in hand.


I entered to find that Ashley was already out of the shower and was wearing a towel around his waist, sitting on the edge of my bed with a journal in his hands.


"What are you looking at?" I asked as I stepped closer, my face going pale as soon as I realized what it was.


"What is this?" He asked as he looked up to me, a look of sadness on his face.


"It's my journal. Why are you reading it?" I practically shouted as he took his coffee from me.


"I knocked it off the table on accident, and when I picked it up I juse happened to see some of our lyrics written on a page, so I got curious. Sorry," he said, placing the coffee on te table, running a hand through his long black hair, the journal now lying on the bed.


I sighed as I picked it up, looking at what exactly he was looking at.


"So, may I ask what exactly it is?" he reached out to grab it again, but I snapped it shut and threw it in a drawer.


"It's just how I deal with things," I said flatly.


"Did all of that really happen?"


"Yes. Each of the songs in there reminds me of something. I listen to the songs, I write down the memories, and eventually it helps," I explained, attempting to not get mad that he had read it.


"What songs are in there? I only saw what you wrote for Lost It All," he looked into my eyes, standing in front of me now.


"A few different ones. Some by you. Some by other bands," I sighed.


We stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before he pulled me into a hug.


"I'm sorry," he said. I immediately knew why he said it. The same reason anyone said it when they found out about Ali and I. That same sense of pity and condescension that was in their voices now lined his, though he at least tried to make it sound sympathetic.


"Don't," I said as I plopped on my bed. "I don't want to talk about it," I said before he could ask me anything about it further. "So how are Jake and Ella?" I asked casually, begging to change the subject.


"They're good. Still deciding when to get married. They've been engaged forever it seems like," he shrugged and laughed.


"That's good. They seem like they really are good together," I smiled. He laid next to me on the bed, still in the towel.


"Oh, let me see if I have something you can wear," I said as I stood and started rooting around my closet. "What about Andy and Juliet?" I said over my shoulder.


"Oh they broke up like a week ago," he said as if it were nothing.


"Why?" I asked, shocked. How did we not hear about that? I would figure the entire BVB Army would be happy about that, since most of them hated her.


"She was starting to get jealous of the fans. Music always comes first for Andy, and the fans are his main priority. She didn't like that and she started forcing her way into things and he got tired of it," Ashley explained as I found some clothes.


"Sorry, this is all I have that would fit your tall ass," I laughed as I handed him a pair of basketball shorts and a Motley Crue band tee.


"Thanks," he said as he took off the towel.


I just stared at him, not realizing I was biting my lip.


"You know, I don't HAVE to get dressed...," he said as he stepped towards me, placing his lips on mine as a hand rested on my waist, the other on wrapping around my neck.


I wrapped my arms around his waist and lightly traced my fingers down his back.


"Jesse, you're going to kill me," we heard yelled to us then the slamming of the garage door.


I sighed and ran out to the living room to see an angry Andy. Ashley had thrown on the shorts and was now talking to him as I bolted out the front door, having heard my car start up. I got outside just in time to see my tail lights tearing down the street.


That fucking bitch.


-FF to after she wraps Ali's hand-


I sat on the couch with Ashley, we had just finished eating dinner. Ali was in the music room with Andy, probably fucking. Or maybe talking about what happened. Who knows.


"So what happens when we are allowed to leave?" Ashley asked as the show we were watching, Futurama I think, went to commercial.


"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned to face him. I was sitting next to him but was turned enough that my legs were draped across his lap, and his arms were reasing on me.


"Well, eventually they are going to figure out what's going on, and we will be allowed to go back on tour and finish up. What happens then?" he asked, but I was still confused. "With us, I mean," he finished.


"Us? I just assumed you would want to go on with your life, I guess," I said as I thought about it.


Honestly I was a little shocked. I know the plan was to get them to fall for us and live happily ever after and all that bullshit, but I didn't think it actually had a chance. This is Ashley Fucking Purdy, for crying out loud. I honestly just assumed I'd get a couple of days with him, and then he'd go back on tour and I would be just another girl he had sex with.


Was the plan actually working? No...I'm getting ahead of myself. I have to stop doing that.
That's how you get hurt.


"What do you want to happen?" I asked as I sat up, moving my legs off his and crossing them.


"Well, we only have a weeks worth of shows left after all of this is done. I'd like to see you between then and the U.K. leg of tour, if you're okay with that. Assuming we have time," he said as he leaned to me a little and smiled.


"I'd like that too," I smiled back. "Hopefully you'll have time."


"Hopefully," he leaned in and kissed me again and then we went back to watching the TV, though this time I had turned so that I was now leaning against him, my legs stretched across the couch and my head on his chest.


We stayed like this for a good two or three episodes more of the marathon that was on the T.V. before we started hearing some questionable noises coming from the other room.


The awkward thing is that they were muffled and sporratic enough that we couldn't tell if the other two were banging or if they were yelling at each other, and it was getting awkward.


"What do you say we go get something to eat?" Ashley asked as he looked at me with am expression of 'please, God, say yes.'


I nodded my head and we got up. I threw on some shoes by the door, grabbed my purse and keys and we walked out the door.


We drove to a restaurant that was fairly close by and went inside, the body guards not so secretly following behind us.


I wondered to myself as I looked through the menu if Ashley was just saying he wanted to continue to talk, or if he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear.


Then suddenly, as he slid into the booth across from me another thought entered my mind.
If he really wanted something to happen between us, then did this count as a date?...fuck.

Notes

Sorry it took so long guys.

I have no excuse other than writers block and laziness. I'm so so so so so so so sorry.

I promise not to let it happen again. <3 Please don't hate me.

~Billie-the-apologetic