It started with my sister (Ashley version)

Colors sworle around my eyes, I feel a warn figure and a blanket covering me. I open my eyes looking at the ceiling and the figure slightly tugging on my arm. I look over to when I feel someone, seeing Candy laying on the grown with me. Her colorful hair inturwanding with the other colors of her hair looking somewhat cute. Her seemingly soft lips still saned with her lipsteak, her eye makeup smudge but her eyeliner looking a lit bit like yesterday. If she wiped off her eye shadow keeping the eyeliner on maybe going over it slightly with how her lipstick looks now and she would look like she put it on today. Her eyes slowly open at first only half way than closing them for what seems like a minute then opening them fully. I feel my checks softly get hotter for some reason. Her facial expiration looking like she is asking a few dozen questions of utter confusion.I feel a slight chuckle come up my throat but I keep it down. “When did you come down to sleep on the floor with me?” I say.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember much of last night.” she says.

“What do you rembure of last night?”

“I remember you putting me in your car after you guys found out I was drunk and I trying to say something but couldn’t find or as what I was thinking then, see my words form in my mind when I was talking. So it came out in a jumbled mess. Then falling asleep from the car ride. I remember waking up in my bed not knowing how I got there but after that I don’t know.”

“You could of been half asleep or the alcohol you had still didn’t wear off. Speaking of alcohol how is your hangover?”

“Not that bad as I thought.”

“It’s probably because you didn’t drink a lot of it and it was also specially made. I normally like to get some fruit added to it to dilute the alcohol so I can still drive. That's why I didn’t think of it at the time of why I mainly tasted strawberries. I just thought they put to many strarberrys in it it was still good so I didn’t complain about it. But right when Jinxx said you are a lightweight I figured out why it tested like it did.”

“Dang Ashley I didn’t know you liked fruity things.” I said with a laugh at the end.

He laughed a lit bit and then said “If I like fruity things then I like you because you smell fruity.”

“Really I do?” I say as I smell my shirt.

“You actually smelled your shirt. I know how to make almost any gay joke into a straight one.”

“Really how?”

“Over the years of people making jokes about me being gay I learned how to either turn the joke to where they would also be gay from what they said, or turn the joke to where I came out straight. At first I didn’t do it but after the same jokes being said to be I came up with response most of them funny. Now a lot of the times I can just thing of them off the spot like the one I just did. The only other time someone said something similar to that is when Andy was talking about some candy I was eating. He was eating it to so I said in response you must be fruity to because your eating the same candy as me. That got him to shut up real quick it was also funny his reaction.”

“I would figure you would just ignore them.”

“I do sometimes but when it’s in person and it’s a hater saying it. I find it funny to respond back.”

I hear a subtle but kind of loud grumble followed by Candy saying “We should probably get off of the floor and get something to eat. You must be hungry as well or somewhat hungry.”

“Yea slightly.”

We get off the floor and head to the kitchen. “I’ll make some eggs and toast. Is that good with you?” says Candy when we get to the kitchen.

“Yeah. Do you want any help?”

“No I’m good and there really isn't anything to help with. How would you like your eggs and how many do you want?”

“Runny and two please.”

“Alright two runny eggs coming up.”

Candy’s P.O.V
I sit Ashley’s plate on the table in front of him, and sit next to him with my plate of over hard eggs. “You guys must have a busy day with touring and stuff.”

“No not really today we are off. In about two days we are leaving for the next stop.”

“Do you normally get this much time off between dates?”

“No, the only reason we do this time is because a vaune we were going to go to after the last show got cancelled and we couldn’t fill it in time.”

“That must be good to have more of a breck.”

“Kind of. It’s nice to have sometime to do whatever but it also kind of sucks because it’s just more time of being away from home. I mean it fun and amazing to tour but it’s also hard because there is a lot of stuff that goes on behind the scenes no one ever really sees or knows. It takes a lot out of up. A lot of the time when I get home to my bed I’m asleep for about 20 hours sometimes a full day sometimes a little less.”

“Dame! Does anyone ever think your dead when that happens?”

“No the first time it kind of did. One of my friends knew I was off tour that day and was trying to call me and even came over to my house to see what was up. I woke up after some time and yelled at his ass I’m trying to sleep. He said where you a sleep this whole time. Then I said yes. Then he said something about me being dead and I saying something about feeling dead. I don’t really remember most of it because it was the first tour I did.”

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