I sat impatiently on the couch as I waited for Ashley to come over. We were going out tonight, or that's what I had thought. He was late by fifteen minutes, when usually he was ungodly early.
I looked at my phone, wondering if I should call him.
No. That might be to girlfriendy.
I chewed my lip as I waited, feeling like this was Trevor all over again.
It shouldn't feel that way, because Ashley had never let me down before. Something might be seriously wrong. Or I just wanted it to be something like that, and not have to deal with the familiar feeling of being stood up again.
I sighed, and stood.
Maybe I should just return to my pajamas and call it a night, like what I used to do with all my weekends he didn't take up.
"What do you think, Tobs?" I asked the ball of fur as he stalked a miller across the room. "How does popcorn sound for dinner?"
He ignored me like he always did.
"You know, people have cats for the company," I grumbled as I stalked towards the kitchen.
I was reaching into the cabinet when someone knocked on the door.
I paused, pursing my lips. If it was Ashley I should make him wait, but I wasn't that type of person.
I sighed, nudging up my glasses as I hurried to the door and pulled it open.
I blinked.
"Did you go shopping or something?" I asked Ashley, seeing black bags on his arms.
He grunted, stepping past me and setting them all down hastily.
"What is all this?"
"This is --- well, it's all for you, actually. I didn't know which one you would like, so I just got all of it." he shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "I couldn't get all of it into the car, so I had to manuever. And do ou know how many steps you have in your building?" he huffed. "It took me twenty minutes just to get all this up the stairs!"
"You should have said something," I said in amusement. "And what's all this for? I don't need anything."
"I know you don't, but I wanted to surprise you," he told me, flicking his long hair out of his face.
He was wearing those black skinny jeans where his butt looked amazing, and I tore my eyes away from the view quickly as he turned around.
"Well, look at it!" he urged me. "I even got your hellspawn something."
I chuckled, kneeling as I started going through the bags. "I thought we were going out tonight. I didn't think you were buying me a wardrobe to wear."
"I didn't buy you a wardrobe," he muttered at me, still looking a little embarrassed and like he felt out of place. "I just got some stuff I thought would look good on you."
"Is there something wrong with the way I dress already?" I really wasn't sure how to take this, whether I should have my feelings hurt or what. I mean, I appreciated the gesture, I just wasn't sure how it was meant.
"No, of course not." he scoffed. "You always look good. Just go through the stuff already and tell me if you like it!"
I frowned, and then pulled the black hoody out of the bag, blinking.
"Purdy Girl? Really, Ashley? Is this stuff from your line?"
"Maybe." He grinned at me. "I kind of wanted your sporting some of it. You have a kickass figure, Morgan, you could actually model some of it. And people seeing it on you might make them more likely to buy it, too."
"I feel like some kind of marketing scheme," I murmured, holding up a t-shirt.
"Really, Ashley? This one has your face on it! I have no issue supporting your band and all, but I'm already sleeping with you, I don't need a shirt to remind me," I said in amusement, and he grinned.
"Well, you never know," he shrugged as i continued through all the black clothing. "And where am I going to wear jeans with stars on the butt?"
"Tonight?"
"Tonight?"
"Yeah, tonight! You should wear them to bar. Or at least try them on." he seemed to so hesitant.
None of this was really my style, but he was acting like it meant a lot, so I would wear it.
What did I have to lose anyway?
I shrugged, standing up.
"Okay, why not? Though I don't have any shoes that'll really ---."
"Yes you do."
I paused, raising my brows. "I do? Ashley, how do you even know my --- you know what? I don't even want to know." I shook my head as I headed for my bedroom.
"Hey, Toby!" I heard him say as I stepped into my bedroom, shirking my jeans off and hopping into his. They were a little tight for my taste, but they didn't look bad. I turned, seeing the stars planted in the center of my butt, bright white and sort of gaudy, in my opinion.
But whatever.
"They're a little ---." I started as I stepped into the livingroom, but froze.
"How the hell did you get that on him?"
Ashley grinned, and I watched as Toby freaked out as the pink tutu clung to his waist. He yowled in fear, running around the apartment frantically as he tried to get it off.
I laughed, watching as he wallowed against the couch, his tail stopping the tutu from coming off.
"No, seriously, how did you get that on?" I asked as Ashley straightened.
"Skill. and I took pictures, so there's proof." he told me, turning to look at me.
He blinked. "Damn. I should've got the black and purple too. Turn!" he ordered me, and I rolled my eyes, turning so he could see the back.
It was like shopping with my mom all over again.
"Nice," he murmured, and I felt his arms slip around my waist. He pulled me back against him, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "You see? I knew they'd look great."
"They feel a little tight."
"It's because they're skinny jeans! Well, extra skinny, really. But they look great on you!" he nuzzled my shoulder, and I flailed back, chuckling.
"Ash, stop!" I turned in his arms. "And I don't want to keep all of this stuff. It's way too much."
"Ah, pick through it what you like and what you don't," he shrugged. "I'll toss it back in the store later. Now, let's get some shoes on you and get going. Or, actually, you can model the rest of the clothes for me and I can help you take them off."
"As tempting as that is," I chuckled, "I was looking forward to going out instead of staying in with a now terrorized and vengeful cat."
Ashley glanced at Toby where he rolled frantically on the floor.
"Good point. Okay then, suit up, babe, we're going to the bar!"

Notes

I am so sorry it's taken me so long to update, guys! I got way in over my head with all the fanfictions I've started! I have the three on here, and one on the MIW site, and i've kind of overloaded myself!
Hopefully, I can get everything back on track though, because this is just way much for me along with having a normal life!
Which, technically, I don't have anyway.
So maybe i should spend more time writing.
Huh.
ANYWAY, enjoy reading! Do you think Ashley is going a little overboard with bringing her all those clothes?
Morgan really doesn't like too much, of what she considers, charity!