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PostSubject: Aston Stories and Dreams   Thu Oct 13, 2011 6:41 pm

Use this thread to post your stories to do with aston please?Smile
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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:13 am

I've posted this story on twitter so some of you might have already read it :-)
Introduction

I woke up…alone. I sighed to myself and got out of bed. No job and no boyfriend, I wanted to wake up with someone in the morning, someone that would be there for me, someone that would never hurt me but it wasn’t going to happen well not to people like me anyway! Jobs…Everywhere I went they would say “We are full” or “We’ll get back to you” but they never did. I was sick of filling job applications. The only thing that keeps me going are my 3 best-friends Tilly, Anna and Beth. They have been there for me since day one, I love them to bits. My name is Kelsey I am 20 years old and this is my story...


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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:30 am

Part 1
The bell ran and everyone ran out of physics. I sighed and headed out to meet my girls. Brooke and Payton. They saw I was not myself and gave me a hug "babe what's wrong" Payton asked "Aston" was all I needed to say, Aston was my best friend I had known him since I was 1. But now he had changed and he hardly made time to see me and every time came up with some shit excuse. I saw him walk out of the school building and come over to me and tried to give me a hug but I wasn't having it. "Why won't you hug me" he said looking hurt "maybe because you are a prick Aston" I screamed in his face causing his mates to gather round and more nosy people "what do you mean heather" he said in shock "you have changed Aston, you used to be caring and a nice lad. Now you are just a player, a duckhead and if I was to disappear you wouldn't care. Because all you care about now is how many girls you can lay" I shouted back "well if that's how you feel Heather f*ck you. We used to be so close you have changed" he shouted back at me. Wait hold on why was he trying to spin this round on me "urm hold on a second Aston I haven't done nothing wrong, you are the one that has changed. You don't even have time to come and spend time with your supposedly best friend anymore" I screamed trying to hold back tears "what ever" he said shrugging and I screamed and pulled at the necklace he got me and the chain broke and I handed him it and walked off. Leaving him stood there in shock at what had just happened. I heard Brooke and Payton running after me calling my name and I went over to the big tree right at the end of the field and I slumped against the tree and that’s when the tears rolled down my face and I felt Brooke put her arm around and Payton handed me a tissue and I half smiled at them. “I want to old Aston back, ever since the start of year 10 he has changed” I sighed wiping the last of my tears away as the bell rang for the start of next lesson. “Great I have to sit next to Aston in music” I sighed and leaned back against the tree.


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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:36 am

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Part 1
The bell ran and everyone ran out of physics. I sighed and headed out to meet my girls. Brooke and Payton. They saw I was not myself and gave me a hug "babe what's wrong" Payton asked "Aston" was all I needed to say, Aston was my best friend I had known him since I was 1. But now he had changed and he hardly made time to see me and every time came up with some shit excuse. I saw him walk out of the school building and come over to me and tried to give me a hug but I wasn't having it. "Why won't you hug me" he said looking hurt "maybe because you are a prick Aston" I screamed in his face causing his mates to gather round and more nosy people "what do you mean heather" he said in shock "you have changed Aston, you used to be caring and a nice lad. Now you are just a player, a duckhead and if I was to disappear you wouldn't care. Because all you care about now is how many girls you can lay" I shouted back "well if that's how you feel Heather f*ck you. We used to be so close you have changed" he shouted back at me. Wait hold on why was he trying to spin this round on me "urm hold on a second Aston I haven't done nothing wrong, you are the one that has changed. You don't even have time to come and spend time with your supposedly best friend anymore" I screamed trying to hold back tears "what ever" he said shrugging and I screamed and pulled at the necklace he got me and the chain broke and I handed him it and walked off. Leaving him stood there in shock at what had just happened. I heard Brooke and Payton running after me calling my name and I went over to the big tree right at the end of the field and I slumped against the tree and that’s when the tears rolled down my face and I felt Brooke put her arm around and Payton handed me a tissue and I half smiled at them. “I want to old Aston back, ever since the start of year 10 he has changed” I sighed wiping the last of my tears away as the bell rang for the start of next lesson. “Great I have to sit next to Aston in music” I sighed and leaned back against the tree.

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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:05 am

gonna post 2 parts at a time to catch up Razz

Part 2 Astons view
What the hell just happened. I was stood in the middle of the field holding the chain that I got her for Christmas. I had f*cked things up with my best friend and the girl I had fallen for. Way to go Aston. She was right though I had changed and I sighed. I felt a hand go on my shoulder and JJ said "bruv you need to sort it out with her, she is your best mate" and I nodded and put the chain in my pocket. The bell went for next lesson and I sighed. I sat next to Heather in music. These next 2 hours will be interesting. I made my way to Music and there was no sign of Heather. 20 minuets later she walked into the class room. Her eyes all puffy she had obviously been crying. She went over to the teacher and stood speaking to him for about 10 minutes and I just sat watching her. She was different to the other girls that had 3 ton of make up on and bleach blonde hair and extensions. Heather had bright pink hair and only wore little make up and she didn't look cheap. Yes she had a rebel look to her. She had her black hoodie on, well it was her older brother’s and it had Dappz Na Na Naiii written on the back. Her shirt hanging out, tight black school trousers that hung low around her bum, the top 3 buttons undo on her shirt with at black t-shirt underneath it and her tie only 3 stripes and her black Nike High tops. I sighed she was my beautiful best friend and I had upset her. We had never argued like that before and if we had a little argument about 10 minutes later once we had calmed down we would make up but not this time. She came and sat next to me and ran her hand through her hair and got on with the work that had been set. Then Mr Jenson said "right as you all know about the performance 2 people from this class are going to do at the town show this year, well I have picked my two people" he said "well Aston is the first person, seen as he is the only male in the class" and I half smiled and he carried on "the person he will be singing with will be.....Heather" my heart literally stopped. I was going to be singing with Heather. I looked over to her and she really didn't look to happy about it.
Part 3 my view
"the person he will be singing with will be.....Heather" this can't be happening. I had never sung in front of Aston before and after that argument I had to sing with him. "Right so if Heather and Aston would go into the practise room and start rehearsing on the song I have chosen for you to sing" he smiled and I grabbed my bag and went into the room and slumped at the piano and just played a couple of notes and Aston walked in and I sighed. I picked up the lyric sheet and sighed at the song choice. We had to sing no air. I just stared out of the window and didn't rehearse at all. I would rehearse when I was at home in the recording room with my older brother Dappy helping me. I pulled my hoodie sleeves over my hands and I listened to Aston singing his parts of the song. He had an amazing voice, it was so angelic.
The day finally came to a end and I walked home and walked into the house "Daps are you in bruv" I shouted as I put my bag on the banister "yeah in recording room" he shouted back and I ran up to him and slumped in the bean bag in the room and let out a long sigh. "What's up sis" he asked coming to sit next to me "just had a shit day at school, me and Aston fell out and then found out I have to sing a duet with him at the town show this year" I said as a couple of stray tears escaped from my eyes. “Right you go get out of your school uniform and meet me downstairs and we will talk about it” he smiled giving me a hug and I nodded and walked into my room and found my low baggy jeans and my vest top and changed into them and put my hair into a messy bun and went downstairs to the living room and Dappy had made me a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. I smiled at him and sat down. “So what happened between you and Aston” he said and I sighed and explained the whole thing and be the end of it I was crying “Daps he is my best friend and I hate it when we are like this but he has turned into a prick and I don’t like it” cried and he pulled me into a hug “Give it time Heather and things will sort themselves out” and I half smiled “right I am going to pop to the shop get you some comfort food” he said and gave me a hug and walked out of the room “Dappy” I said and he popped his head around the door “yes” he said “you are the best brother ever” I said smiling at him and he smiled back and I heard the door open and close. He had gone for about 10 minutes when I heard the door bell go and I got up and opened the door and saw Aston stood there, his eyes all red and puffy and I sighed “what do you want Aston” I said “I want to say I am sorry2 he whispered “well you have screwed this friendship up Aston” I said and shut the door in his face. “Heather open the door please” he said through the letter box. “No Aston” I said and walked into the kitchen and I heard him say “well I am not leaving until you open this door and we talk” he said “well I aint opening the door” I sighed “well I will just stay here until you do” he said and his voice sounded like he was going to cry any second and I walked into the living room and put the TV on.

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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:14 am

LeahMerrygold_♥ wrote:
I've posted this story on twitter so some of you might have already read it :-)
Introduction

I woke up…alone. I sighed to myself and got out of bed. No job and no boyfriend, I wanted to wake up with someone in the morning, someone that would be there for me, someone that would never hurt me but it wasn’t going to happen well not to people like me anyway! Jobs…Everywhere I went they would say “We are full” or “We’ll get back to you” but they never did. I was sick of filling job applications. The only thing that keeps me going are my 3 best-friends Tilly, Anna and Beth. They have been there for me since day one, I love them to bits. My name is Kelsey I am 20 years old and this is my story...


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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:30 am

Chocolates and Roses (COMPLETED)
One
Aston stood in the corridor of his North London flat with a towel wrapped around his waist, giving his clothes a quick re-iron. As his head bopped to the tune of ‘I Feel Good’ blasting from the iPod dock speakers he straightened out his shirt, pressing the hot iron against it.
Most people dread going back to work on a Monday morning but he was far from it. The best part about his life was realizing that he was doing what he always wanted to do.
Upon finishing the ironing he got ready and headed down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. He scanned the area before his eyes rested on the animated image of a leprechaun, illustrated on a box of Lucky Charms cereal which sat on the counter. With a bottle of milk in his hand he walked over to the cupboard to get a bowl. He picked out a porcelain bowl, filled it with cereal and poured the milk over it. He then got a spoon and pulled out a swivel bar kitchen stool from the table beside him. As he sat down he brought his constantly vibrating phone out from the back pocket of his jeans. The screen read an incoming call from Cassie, a girl he met on a recent visit to New York. She was a vivacious redhead, petite with big brown eyes and cute dimples that appeared on her cheeks whenever she smiled. She had asked Aston out as they strolled around Central Park one late evening. This surprised him in a good way because he liked that she was genuine and upfront about the way she felt about him. She was lovely at first, taking him around the famous attractions of the vibrant eclectic city however after a few dates she started to become clingy. Wanting to know where and what he was up to at all times of the day. This put Aston off completely. He’d tried avoiding her until the rest of his holiday was over which proved hard as she knew the address of the hotel he was staying at. Even now Aston had returned back to England Cassie was still calling him relentlessly. He stopped returning her calls, hoping that she would maybe take the hint and leave him alone but somehow things got even worse. He didn’t mean to be a jerk he was just a tad inexperienced with handling possessive women. A sigh of frustration escaped him as he placed his phone on the marble surface, leaving it to vibrate as he ate his food.

Two
As cars pulled up at the entrance of the ITV studios, the excitement of the teenage girls soared unbelievably resulting in screams and tears. The doors to the second black car opened and out Oritsé came. He took his rucksack out of the boot before asking one of the security men a question. “Oritsé! Reesh, Reesh!”
“Aston Aston!” a voice screamed the minute Aston’s black hair came to sight. He pulled up his lowly hung jeans that had presented the girls with a teasing glimpse of his Armani boxers as his trainers met the hard concrete floor.
“Aston look up!” He turned his head to glance at the delighted fans thrusting CD covers and posters through the gaps between the railings. This resulted in the other girls shouting his name, all vying for him to notice them. He flashed a gorgeous smile in their direction making the screaming for him amplify. By this time JB, Marvin and Oritsé were by the gate signing autographs and talking to the fans. Staff at the studios watched the fan frenzy from indoors in amusement.
“Love you Aston!” an Asian girl with the JLS acronym written across her forehead shouted displaying a hand heart sign to him.
“I love you too darling” he told her grinning as video cameras and phones captured his every move.
“Hello babe what’s your name?” said Aston to a pretty brunette with mid-length hair.
“Katie. I love you.” she replied shaking nervously as she gave him her touch screen Nokia.
“I love you more beautiful. How’s this going to work?” he asked studying the phone for a second. He then held it at arms length and pushed a button. The phone didn’t take the picture so she told him to press the button again.
“Is that going to work?” he inquired turning to look at her. She nodded.
“Yeah?” he said before he proceeded to take the picture smiling as he pushed the button down. Yet again nothing happened. Katie giggled adoringly and took the phone to demonstrate how to do it. When he handed her back her phone as he’d finished she thanked him. Moments later a member of the JLS entourage informed him that it was soon time to go in. He held Katie’s hand before moving on to a man who asked him to leave his daughter a voicemail. A card was thrown down so he crouched to pick it up, putting the phone to his ear.
“Jade what’s going on? It’s Aston from JLS. Hope you’re well babe. Hopefully I’ll get to see you soon. Lots of love, bye bye.”
A turquoise gift bag was given to him and he handed it to his bodyguard Graham before signing more merchandise and speaking to fans.
“Say goodbye now girls” said Graham with his hand on Aston’s shoulder. Aston finished signing the poster in his hand and said bye to the fans before going into the building.

Three
Having finished pre-recording for a series of TV shows, the boys were waiting for a brief meeting with a producer at Epic Records. It was just after five so things were winding down for the day and more or less everyone had left. As JB turned the pages of his novel, he was oblivious to the absence of his friends who thought it’d be hilarious to make a few changes in the building. First they decided to readjust the chairs in the rooms next door so they would sink when anyone sat in them. Aston being Aston scooted off to a vacant room down the corridor. He fiddled with the height adjusting lever, tapping it to the bottom of the chair. When he’d finished he leaned against a desk helping himself to the sweets he’d found in a drawer, amongst a sea of oozingly divine chocolates of all kinds. Seeing the funny side of things, he thought of what he was doing as putting an end to the ‘torture’ the lonely packet of Haribos had endured (being the only sweet in a drawer full of chocolate). There was just something about Aston. Something so out of the ordinary. Something even those closest to him had only just started to comprehend. His enchanting smile that captured hearts wherever he went. His alluring brown eyes that reflected not only his charm and personality but also the depth of his soul. His lovely velvety voice...

Tossing sweets in the air and catching them with his mouth, Aston heard the sound of heels clicking which made him jump. He ducked quickly to conceal himself before crawling under the high gloss desk. The sound paused for a moment, deceiving him into thinking the coast was clear so he moved forward a little. Startling him was the sight of a pair of leather knotted platform sandals with heels. With a relieved sigh he retreated under the desk. All right so he didn’t know how he was going to get out of the room without being spotted but at least he hadn’t been seen yet. Aston couldn’t help but stare at the fair naturally toned legs he guessed belonged to a woman in front of him. While she sat he prayed that for once his prank would flop. Luckily the chair didn’t go down as the woman pushed herself towards the desk with ease. Unknown to Aston she was very aware of his presence. Aston’s mobile phone let off a sharp ping causing him to freeze in his position. Hoping she hadn’t heard it he whipped the phone out to check his inbox:

Where you at bruv?! The producer will be here any minute.

The woman didn’t seem to notice the sound, her legs started moving as though she was on a swing. Back and forth. Kicking Aston hard in the groin repetitively with her shoes. He let out muffled groans, trying to suppress his pain. She stopped swinging her legs and from what Aston could hear she was making a phone call. As he tried to reply Marvin’s text, he wondered how on Earth he’d ever be able to walk. The woman undid the knots on her shoes, slipping them off with her hands to bare feet painted a sugar grey colour. Aston’s eyes travelled up past her legs to her thighs and what he saw made him gulp, his heart pulsating incredulously. His dreamy gaze was interrupted as she crossed one leg over the other. He blinked, shaking himself back into reality, knowing he shouldn’t have been looking. He saw a red rose tattooed beautifully on her left ankle. He didn’t know why but he found tattoos on women sexy. He had a few tattoos himself: a musical note on the back of his neck, a trail of stars behind his ear and on his arm. Recently he’d gotten another of stars on the lower part of his torso for his twenty third birthday…

Four
After what seemed like eternity she left the room. Aston emerged from beneath the desk, using the chair to support him. He couldn’t hold himself up so he collapsed, calling for help. Marvin who’d been trying to find him was nearby so he heard the shout. He dashed into the room before chuckling at the sight of Aston whimpering in agony.
“CHEEEEEEEEEERYL!” Aston cried, groaning as he rolled on the vinyl office floor. Shouting the singer’s name was a way of letting out the emotions he was feeling.
Marvin copied him, putting on a high-pitched voice that although didn’t resemble Aston’s was very amusing all the same.
He shot him an irritated glare as Oritsé burst into the room singing in his deep voice. “Marv you think this is funny?!”
“You’re being a little over dramatic Ast” Marvin grinned, nudging Oritsé whose shoulders shook as he stifled a laugh.
“Try having your crotch thumped by heels.” He stated, wincing at his trauma. “I’ll probably never be able to have sex again!”
Oritsé threw a mischievous grin in Marvin’s direction, “I think we should carry him.”
“NO!” Aston yelled, fully opposed to the thought of being carried. The boys took no notice of him as they grabbed his legs, at the same time elevating his upper body.
He started turning and twisting to release himself. “I’ll crawl if I have to. I don’t care how long it takes for me to get there. PUT ME DOWN!”

By this time a few people had gathered around the door to see what all the commotion was about. Aston groaned, he’d thought everyone had left for home. He wasn’t normally one to be embarrassed but being piggybacked because he couldn’t so much as hop about was a humiliating experience for any fully grown man. Giving up his struggle he allowed himself to be lifted on Marvin’s back. It’d be a very long time till he joined in pranking of any sort (or so he thought)

Five
(Three weeks later)
Chewing on a piece of bubblegum Aston walked out of the car park unto the path. As he hadn’t trained for a while, he’d decided to use the small free time he had to visit the local gym. Thoughts of the busy months ahead for the other JLS boys and him occupied his mind, making him a little unaware of what was going on around him. Writing and recording for their third album, radio and TV appearances, interviews of all kinds, a summer tour with Olly Murs…
There were barely any streetlights around so he moved quickly just to be on the safe side. A glint flashed by Aston’s face in the stare of the moonlight as he carried on walking.

All of a sudden he felt something very sharp at his throat, stopping him in his tracks.

“Make any sudden movements and you’ll become a headless man” a murmur informed him as arms circled around his neck. He sensed the sharp object push even further into his skin as a warning. A chill of terror blasted through his spine causing him to become slightly nauseous. From the pitch of the voice and the slenderness of the arms, he quickly figured the sex of his captor. He was pulled roughly along the path back into the car park.
“Open it.” She commanded, pressing her warm body against his from behind when she’d got him to the car. Aston who was still stunned at how firm her hold was didn’t respond. He started to come up with reasons why he was being kidnapped in his head.

To be held ransom by someone in need of quick cash?

A psychotic fan who wants him all to herself?

Or maybe even a jealous ex-girlfriend who wants revenge for him breaking up with her?

In a harsher loud tone the woman repeated her earlier phrase as she punched him in the back. Aston’s hands obediently rummaged through his pockets to find the key in fear. He brought it out moments later and unlocked the door not knowing what was coming next. He was then blindfolded and pushed towards the back of the car. She tied his hands behind him with a rope and then his ankles, still threatening him with the machete. To say Aston was scared as the boot slam shut would be a total understatement. After a long horrifying silence he heard the engine turn on before the car roared off in the darkness.

Six
Aston moved his hands to his mouth and began to gnaw on the rope desperately. He wasn’t prepared to wait for whatever it was the maniac was going to do to him. He HAD to break free. The woman had forced him up the stairs of a high building out to the roof. She’d taken his phone out from his grey tracksuit bottoms and was now sat at the exit of the roof leading to the building. Since JB was the first JLS member to come up on his contacts, she called him to inform him of the situation and gave him clear precise instructions on what she required. Slumped on the hard floor, beads of sweat fell from his forehead. There was a cool breeze around but even that didn’t stop his perspiring, his vest was gradually becoming drenched. Although his legs were untied he couldn’t make an attempt to escape as he couldn’t see a thing. He carried on biting for about five minutes until the muscles in his jaw started to hurt.

No luck.

Aston could hear as the woman ambled towards him and placed the phone next to his right ear.
“Ast, Ast can you hear me?” said JB. He shot up in surprise.
“I-I can hear you.”
JB continued once he registered Aston’s alarmed voice. “Listen bruv. I don’t think we’ll be able to get the money in time.”
The last two words of the sentence loaded him with a fear like no other. “Don’t mess with me J.”
“What do you mean you can’t get the money in time?!” he shouted down the phone as his heart pounded against his ribcage. “How much does she bloody want?!”
“Twenty million. We’ll try-”
The woman took the phone from his ear and spoke to JB. “If the money isn’t in the account by half an hour you’ll have his dead body to pick up.” She ended the call before a diabolical grin appeared on her face.

Seven
Twenty seven minutes went by and not even a smidge of hope was left inside Aston. His fear grew even more as time ticked away. For some peculiar reason he’d heard his childhood friend’s voice, Chris, nearby. He called out Chris’ name a few times but didn’t get a response. Aston could feel small tears develop in his eyes as the pupils contracted due to the lack of light. One may have thought he was crying because he thought he’d never see his family or friends again. Or that he’d never get to perform to crowds of thousands as a member of JLS. Or have the warm fuzzy feeling he got whenever he was around a girl he fancied…

But funnily enough they were because of Nando’s.
If he would ever experience the succulent, Portuguese, flame-grilled PERi PERi chicken spicing up his taste buds. Or the unique and addictive blend of sun-ripened lemons, garlic and spices and chilli in the amazing sauce.

The noise of a helicopter hovering around disturbed the silence of the building roof. He felt himself forcefully yanked from the floor and made to walk a few steps forward. Something weightless was being strapped to him as he stood in despair.
What is she doing?, He thought, listening to metal clink together and busy footsteps.
A strong hand slammed down on his right shoulder. “Bye Ast” a male’s voice muttered. He’d known there was someone else with her!

“Chris?”

No reply.

“Chris what the f*** you on about?” he yelled in a frustrated manner.

Still no reply.

Without warning Aston’s shaking body was pushed off the roof of a 15-story apartment building.
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Eight
As Aston prepared himself for the horrific fall to death his mind went blank. The push off the roof was a total shock to his system, paralyzing his ability to so much as let out a scream. Suddenly, he felt his body elevated as the helicopter noise increased. It turned out that the weightless item strapped to him was a harness. Its other end had been secured to the helicopter above so he did not actually plummet to the ground. Aston was lifted by the helicopter and placed back on the roof of the apartment building. He felt himself being untied and the blindfold around his eyes was whipped off. As if that didn’t astonish him enough, T.V presenter Davina McCall was stood before him grinning. “You just got punk’d!”
Ripples of cheers, laughter and clapping followed Davina’s exlaim, leading to Aston noticing a few of his friends and the camera crew filming. Once he’d finally realized what had happened his initial reaction was to run off like a headless chicken. The feelings of worry and fear washed away while he shouted random words, lifting his vest to his face. JB, Oritsé and Marvin had been watching from inside a van, laughing at Aston’s facetious reaction. Calming himself down he walked back to Davina with the cutest grin on his face, more relieved than he’d ever been before. “That was a good one.”

Following Davina’s explanation of everything, Aston was stood on the roof chatting away with his friends. He’d been part of filming for the first ever episode for the British ‘Punk’d’ - an American hidden camera practical joke television series.
“Wait, so the crazy woman with the machete wasn’t really going to kill me?” he asked Chris.
“Not yet anyway” a sexy feminine voice informed from behind.

Nine
Aston turned to see a fair skinned girl with the most extraordinarily beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen. Eyes that entranced him into staring at her as if she was the most fascinating creature known to man. Her black hair was styled in a cool asymmetric way, putting an extra edge on the traditional short pixie cut. Just by looking at her inexpressive face Aston felt his body heat up in the most unbelievable of places. There was something very naturesque about the way her make up free but yet flawless skin seemed dewy in the poor roof lighting. She wore a knit cropped jumper and vintage shorts teamed up with leggings and floral print plimsols. Around her neck was a silver necklace with a small dragonfly pendant that caught his sight, wrongly giving the impression he was ogling her chest. Growing up with his mum taught him to put women on a pedestal, Aston saw girls in a less superficial way. He glanced back up to find the girl with an indifferent look on her face like she was used to hot dumbstruck musicians. He could see her mouth start moving but he didn’t have a clue what she was saying. It was only after a gentle nudge from his mate Ria that he came out of his trance.
“Hi” he said presenting a lop-sided grin he thought would make her blush ferociously. He loved it when girls blushed.
She of course didn’t blush. “I was beginning to wonder if I was speaking in Alien.”
Aston didn’t reply, again getting drawn into her eyes.
Ria leaned over to whisper into his ears, “Ast you’re acting very weird.”
“I’m Aston Merrygold” he said faintly.
The girl’s eyes lit up mockingly. “Oh my God. Are you really?!”
Chris grinned, “His brain cells seem to-“. His sentence was ended by Ria dragging him off so the two of them could be left alone. Aston reluctantly watched his friends moved away. The last thing he wanted to do was freak her out with his staring so he focused on his trainers instead. There he was, a member of a massive British boy band being out cooled by this mysterious beauty.

“Okay let’s start again.” The girl said in a casual tone. “I’m Alexis. I’m twenty two. I’ve been acting part time for a few years now so that’s how I got the role of being your kidnapper.”
“You already know who I am.”
“Tell me something I may not know about you then.” She encouraged.
“I love Tuna Pasta.” Alexis made a vomiting sound once he’d said this, frowning to show her disgust.
Aston’s head shot up in disbelief, “You don’t like Tuna Pasta?”
Alexis nodded. This set off a long discussion on food which Aston had plenty to say as he adored food.

~*~
Everyone was beginning to leave the roof so they followed still chatting away. When they got to Aston’s Lamborghini she unlocked the door and slipped comfortably into the driver’s seat.
With a cheeky grin on her face Alexis looked out of the window. “You coming?”
Aston was more than amused. She just radiated with a confidence he absolutely loved.
“Ever driven one of these before?” Aston asked once he’d let himself in the passenger’s side.
“Yup.” She replied and with that the engine revved and she drove off without giving Aston a chance to put the seatbelt on. Once they got on the motorway Alexis zoomed down the lanes. Her control behind the wheel kinda surprised him. They never once ran out of things of what to talk about with each other. Aston got to know a bit more about Alexis and vice versa. He found out that she was the daughter of an executive at his label and that she was to start work there when she wasn’t acting. The car was parked in front of a large house and they continued their talk. When they showed off their tattoos to each other Aston recognized one of a rose on her ankle. He quickly put two and two together and realized she was the same girl who’d set out to ‘annihilate’ his manhood weeks earlier. Not telling her he knew what had happened was intentional he asked if she’d been to the label recently. She said yes, confirming Aston’s theory. He was going to find a way to get her back. He didn’t know when or how he would but the thought remained in his mind.

“That was my first time doing that type of acting so I’m sorry if I was a little rough with you.” She said with a little twinkle in her eyes that suggested she wasn’t at all apologetic.
He shrugged dismissively,” It’s fine, you weren’t rough.”
“Oh really? So what was all the whimpering about?” Alexis asked raising an eyebrow at him. His back still ached from the hit but obviously he wasn’t going to tell her that.
“I didn’t want to make you look like a rubbish actress.” By this time she was answering a call so she didn’t seem to hear him. Aston watched her hands moved animatedly as she spoke on the phone. This was by far the most expression he’d seen from her that night.
“Calm down, I’m right outside for God’s sake!” concluded Alexis, moving the phone from her ear as she ended the call. Her attention subsequently turned back to Aston as she leaned forward to kiss him goodbye. He felt his stomach backflip as a response to the sensation of her soft lips on his cheek.
“See you around kiddo!” she said, hopping out of the driver’s seat.
Aston chuckled as she walked off. “You’re younger than me!”

Ten
“I should have just asked” Aston mumbled to himself, passing the exact same traffic lights he’d just gone twice by. He was good on motorways because of long distance journeys to and from London; he just didn’t know how to get himself out of the road he was currently driving up and down. Unsure of the route back home he used the installed Sat Nav in his car which ended up giving the wrong directions. His pride had stopped him from asking Alexis for directions, now he was going to have to listen to the stupid Sat Nav rambling on.
“At the roundabout take the second exit.”
He totally ignored it and carried on moving slowly.
“At the roundabout take the second exit” repeated the Sat Nav.
“There is no bloody roundabout!” an irritated Aston yelled as he switched off the Sat Nav. It was nearing midnight and he was still on the road.

After a quarter of an hour of driving he finally got home. He would remember to keep an A-Z in his car in future to avoid getting himself lost. Strolling out of the lift with his gym bag, he let out the biggest yawn. He knew no one would be around so he pulled off his black vest and slung over his shoulder. He couldn’t wait to fall into his super king sized bed after a somewhat eventful evening. As he moved closer to his door he spotted a girl with long copper red hair leaning against a large Louis Vuiton suitcase. She was wearing a low cut top underneath her leather biker jacket and dark skinny jeans with boots.

“Cassie?”

Eleven
Cassie glanced up upon hearing the voice of the guy she’d been waiting hours for. With a big bright smile emerging on her face she got up and sashayed towards a frozen Aston.
“Hey Stranger” she said with a gentle teasing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Messing flirtatiously with his black hair she went in for an Oscar winning kiss.
Aston moved his head back, leaving her lingering. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to surprise you baby.” Hurt from Aston’s reaction was apparent in her dark romantic brown eyes. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
Mission accomplished, he thought miserably. He didn’t know how she’d found out his address. It was one thing her calling him all the time, now she’d flown all the way from New York and judging by her suitcase it wasn’t a short visit. Her clinginess drove him crazy. He preferred mysterious girls, ones who left him guessing… girls like Alexis. Already, he was interested in her after only just meeting her for the first time that day.
Softly brushing the back of his hand against her cheek he tried to avert from having to give an answer to her question. “So how was your flight?”
She began telling him how a girl sat near her kept being sick and how the airline had lost all her other luggage. Meanwhile Aston’s mind was somewhere else, brainstorming ideas on ways he could get her to leave him alone (that would actually work)
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” Cassie’s inquiring voice crashed into his thoughts.
“Er, I’ve lost my phone.” he lied, removing his eyes from her face. “Sorry”
“It’s alright” she murmured, inhaling his scent as her face buried into his gorgeously muscular chest. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.”

Cassie moved away from the embrace. “I didn’t have time to book a hotel so could I stay at yours? It’ll only be just for tonight till I get myself sorted out.”
Aston nodded as if he was a hundred percent okay with it - which of course he wasn’t. He walked over to the door with Cassie and put his thumb over the fingerprint recognition lock by the door. The door swung open shortly after a robotic voice said that the fingerprint had been identified. Letting Cassie in first he dragged the weighty suitcase following behind.
“This place is awesome!” Aston heard her shout in amazement room as she entered the stylish living room. Aston laughed quietly, pulling the case into the guest room. That was often the reaction he got whenever people came round to visit. Moments later he walked into the living room to find Cassie admiring awards and plaques he and the boys had won.
“Wow, you guys are really big over here”
“We have the best fans in the world” said Aston, a smile lighting his face up as Cassie turned around. They stood watching each other before the sound of Aston’s stomach rumbling broke the silence. “I’m really hungry”
She laughed, “I can hear that!”
“Let’s order a pizza.” He said as he pulled out his mobile phone to make a call.
“It’s like one in the morning”
The smile on his face turned to a playful grin. “Perfect time for eating pizza then”
He knew a chef who co-owned a restaurant/food delivery company, which catered especially for celebrities so the pizza was delivered quickly. As they enjoyed a Mexican inspired pizza they talked about their previous relationships. She told him about how a guy she’d been in love with led her on for months only to break her heart by going out with her friend. He felt guilty because he was basically doing the same thing (apart from the going out with her friend part). He had to tell her before it was too late. If at all anything she deserved to know the truth.
He took her hand in his, earning a bemused look from her. “Cass there’s something I need to say that I should have said in New York.”

Twelve
“I’m flattered by your interest in me...” Aston started, stroking her hand gently with his thumb. “Flying thousands of miles just to see me? You’re incredible.“
Cassie smiled lovingly whilst he said this. She leaned forward and kissed his nose. “You’re the incredible one”
“You’re absolutely beautiful, inside and out and any guy would be lucky to have you.” He continued saying, looking intently into her innocent eyes.
“You deserve to be with someone amazing. Someone who’s crazy for you.”
The sincere smile on her face had disappeared and all left in its place was a slightly puzzled expression. “I don’t understand…”
“I’m not that guy. I can’t be your Romeo.”
Small tears from a wounded heart found their way down Cassie’s cheek as her hand jerked out of Aston’s hold.
“Aw babe, please don’t cry.” He hated seeing girls upset. “We can still be friends”
Staring at Aston she let out a quiet but still audible ‘No’. The tears were flowing irrepressibly by this moment.
“I don’t just want to be friends with you!” she sobbed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She got up from the sofa before walking out of the living room hurriedly. Aston took a deep breath in before jumping up to go after her. He hadn’t meant for things to end up so bad. When he reached Cassie he placed his hand on her arm. “I’m really sorry.”
Without so much as a glance at him she replied bitterly, “Get your hand off me”
Aston flinched at her harshness and instantaneously moved his hand away. Pushing the door to his room open she mumbled something about him needing a bath before slamming the door shut in his face. His delicious biceps flexed as he took a quick sniff of his armpit just to check.
“How am I supposed to-” he began saying as the door was opened abruptly. Cassie chucked a fine Egyptian cotton towel at him which he caught with ease as the door closed again. He sauntered off to the bathroom exhausted and in great need of some sleep. First his jogging bottoms came off and he flung the vest that had draped his neck into the laundry basket. He took his black boxers off, revealing every inch of his mouth-watering physique. A sleek double sliding action occurred as he opened the gleaming walk in shower door. Pushing the stop/start button he adjusted the temperature to hot by turning the dial knob. He then squeezed the black and grey shower gel bottle so a considerable amount of the gel released unto his palm. Feeling water from the full blast shower head he rubbed it all over his body, allowing a rich rather musky scent to drift around the bathroom…

Thirteen
Having slept all through morning on into early afternoon he awoke to see Cassie fully dressed as if she was going out. She was in a casual gray dress, tights and sky-high black heels. “Babe where you off to?” he asked, watching her put on makeup.
Cassie applied a coat of non-sparkly rosy nude lip gloss before responding. “Home. My plane doesn’t leave until later tonight so I’ll probably just mooch around a few stores to kill some time,” she said coolly. “I’ll be out of your way before you know it.”
Aston didn’t know quite what to say after her reply. Even though he’d gotten what he wanted, he couldn’t help but notice sadness behind the brave front she’d put up to disguise her feelings. He sighed as he leaned up on his elbows before glancing at the digital clock at the bedside.
“So you have ages till check in?” inquired Aston to which she gave a brief nod.
“How does a ride around London’s landmarks on a double-decker bus sound?”
“Aston…”
“You can’t come to London and not go sight-seeing” he said bouncing out of the bed. Everyone knew about Aston’s ‘allergy’ to clothing. He’d been known to become quite an extrovert after a few drinks (stripping down to his boxers at a party on more than one occasion).

Who could blame him with that incredible body?

It was a shocker to find him fully clothed in a black crew neck t-shirt and baggy faded denim shorts. Aston walked up to Cassie who was staring down to the floor. He tilted her chin up so they were face to face “You’re still mad with me aren’t you?”
She shrugged nonchalantly, “I genuinely thought we had something.” From her face he could tell she hadn’t had much sleep, she was still upset from the night before. Nevertheless she still looked very pretty. To go with her look she’d applied foundation, mascara and white eyeliner which made her eyes really pop.
He knelt down to the floor, wrapping himself around her in the most melodramatic way. “Oh Cassandra I am not worthy of your presence. I beg thee for forgiveness!”
Cassie giggled pulling him back up to her level. “Well I’ve always wanted to see the changing of guards at Buckingham Palace…”
Aston grinned cheekily, “Aw come on babe. It’ll be fun!”
She paused for a moment before nodding. Aston then tugged her mildly so they were stood on the bed, heels and everything before they started to jump up and down in a silly hyperactive mood.
~*~
“How do they keep so still?” whispered Cassie. “They haven’t moved an inch!”
Aston and Cassie were on the tour bus listening to a live commentary about the history of Buckingham Palace delivered by the guide as they viewed the guards at the palace. Relaxing they enjoyed a glass of wine and some strawberry cheesecake (courtesy of the staff). So far they’d gone past the Tower of London, Parliament Square, Big Ben and were even able to hop off the bus for a short trip to Sea Life. They of course weren’t alone, with two huge bodyguards towering over six foot following close by, hassle was kept to a minimum. They loved the unforgettable experience of strolling underneath a Tropical Ocean. The stunning glass tunnel walkway encased in a blue whale skeleton offered them an opportunity to see the beautiful fish, sparkling coral and green turtles. A sand tiger gray shark got very close at one point, alarming Cassie a little.
Although they hadn’t gotten to feed the stingray, Aston vowed to the next time he visited. The Chinese tourists who’d been taking pictures of them goofing about earlier who actually had no idea of Aston’s fame seeing as they were foreign, they just found them fascinating.

After sight-seeing Aston drove Cassie to the airport. They stood at the terminal saying goodbye after they’d wheeled the suitcase out.
“Bye Aston” said Cassie when they finished hugging.
“Take care babe” he murmured. When they’d finished she walked towards the entrance, dragging her bag along behind her. Before Cassie entered she turned her head, revealing that all-American smile as she waved slightly. Aston waved back, looking as she moved into the dense forest of passengers and luggage. Placing his hands deep into his pockets he shrugged as a cold breeze of air blew. The sight of two policemen holding a girl down to the floor came to view as he walked back to the airport car park. Furiously the petite girl kicked and yelled as the police tried to handcuff her. After a long struggle she escaped and ran towards Aston. She had ebony-black hair and full gorgeous lips that could rival Angelina Jolie’s, glossed with a nudish-pink. There was something suspiciously familiar about her round face, she looked exactly like Alexis.
In fact it HAD to be Alexis, the resemblance was too uncanny.

Upon reaching him she paused to glare with her piercing green eyes.
Aston could hear the police panting as they spoke into their walkie-talkies, getting nearer and nearer. “Why are the police after you?”
She ignored his question, remembering she was being pursued. In a panicky voice she begged Aston to let her use his car. With a bewildered look on his face he handed over the keys. Once Alexis got them she jumped into the car, slipped on his Aviator sunglasses (even though it was night) and tore out of the parking area…

Fourteen
“So I’ll see you later on then?” JB’s girlfriend Megan whispered as they delighted in a tender embrace. Aston watched from the passenger’s seat as JB leaned in for yet another snog - much to his dismay.
“Come on bruv!” he moaned from inside the car.
JLS had been working on some tracks for their upcoming album at a different location. This time it was outdoors in a studio just outside London so JB had offered to drop him off at home. Aston had thought it was a great idea before the display of affection began. As for the Alexis situation he hadn’t heard from her and didn’t know what was going on. Still he’d been getting random phone calls throughout the day. He didn’t answer calls from private numbers so he’d left it to go to voicemail. The caller hadn’t left any messages so it was still unclear to him if the calls were a prank or genuinely someone who needed to speak to him. Fatigue was kicking in from a long productive day. Minutes later Aston beeped the horn impatiently at the loved-up pair. He just wanted to get home and sleep!
~*~
Aston lay in bed watching re-runs of his favourite TV shows, his mobile started to buzz with an incoming call. Although he had so much desired to, he hadn’t been able to sleep. He peeked at the phone screen to see a private number flash up. After turning down the TV he responded to the call with a wary ‘hello’.
“Finally!” the person on the other side said. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day!”
“Alexis?”
“Yes?”
A faint crease of worry lined his forehead, “Where are you? Is everything okay?”
“I’m in the bath, if you must know.” He could sense her automatically roll her eyes. “And of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Well the last time I saw you you were being chased by two policemen. What did you do?” Aston quizzed.
“I was going to threaten my brother’s girlfriend with a gun” said Alexis in a totally serious voice.
“You’re joking, right?” He inquired doubtfully.
“No.”
Aston couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “Why would you do that?”
"It wasn’t loaded or anything…I just wanted to scare her off” said Alexis, her voice getting angrier by the minute. “She’s a complete bitch, I hate her. She’s hurt him so many times but yet he keeps taking her back.”
“I’m sure she’s not that bad…”
“Trust me, she is.” The sound of water running from taps could be heard as she continued speaking. “I’m bringing your car round to Epic tomorrow - in case you were wondering.”
“Do you want the address?”
“Nah, s’alright. I have me connections Babycakes”
He laughed sinking his head further into the pillow. “So it’s ‘Babycakes’ now?”
“Uh-huh“
Aston made his voice go in a tone he thought sounded all sultry and deep, “Well I might just have to come up with a nickname for you.”
“There something wrong with your voice, Aston?” she said. He imagined a playful smirk become visible on her face.
He muttered an incoherent ‘No’, his eyes closing as tiredness overwhelmed him. They chatted for a while about how their day had been before he finally dozed off, leaving Alexis hanging at the other end.


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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:34 am

posting my old story. if you remember it, let me know!Smile im starting to write a new one, i cant remember where i was at from my previous ones i was writing,booo:(
if i give up posting this, and you want more, email me, just pm me.



‘dont ever feel like your less than perfect’

introduction;

ive never had much luck in my life, so to be given a chance to see four very famous and inspirational people to me, i jumped at the chance. im 20, and my childhood wasnt what everyones should be. each kid has their fairytale world, that they dream of, but infact their life is never as bad as it seems, where as mine, i would do anything to get to that fairytale world. when i was seven, i lost both my mother and father to a car accident, leaving my brother and me to fend for ourselves in our hometown. we had no family living close by, so noone to help us along the way, just me, a seven year old child and my older 12 year old brother. we were sent to a foster home in peterborough where i developed new friendships, but none that ever lasted a long time. each of my friends
moved, one by one leaving me and mybrother alone, once again. when he was old enough, he took us away, to london.
he was 19, and i was 14. two teens fending for themselves, everyone who knew us thought we were amazing, thought we did such incredable things for two such young people, but to us, it was the way life was. we had to do certain things, and sacrafice things we wanted to get us to where we are now. the only this that got me up in the morning was what my brother would say, 'me and you, against the world' he told me mum and dad would be proud of us, proud of how far we have come and how i have
matured so much. he would wipe away my tears, and tell me everything would be alright, even him not knowing whether it would be or not. but then the day came, the day when my life came crashing down once and for all.

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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:41 am

xpaiigexJLS wrote:
posting my old story. if you remember it, let me know!Smile im starting to write a new one, i cant remember where i was at from my previous ones i was writing,booo:(
if i give up posting this, and you want more, email me, just pm me.



‘dont ever feel like your less than perfect’

introduction;

ive never had much luck in my life, so to be given a chance to see four very famous and inspirational people to me, i jumped at the chance. im 20, and my childhood wasnt what everyones should be. each kid has their fairytale world, that they dream of, but infact their life is never as bad as it seems, where as mine, i would do anything to get to that fairytale world. when i was seven, i lost both my mother and father to a car accident, leaving my brother and me to fend for ourselves in our hometown. we had no family living close by, so noone to help us along the way, just me, a seven year old child and my older 12 year old brother. we were sent to a foster home in peterborough where i developed new friendships, but none that ever lasted a long time. each of my friends
moved, one by one leaving me and mybrother alone, once again. when he was old enough, he took us away, to london.
he was 19, and i was 14. two teens fending for themselves, everyone who knew us thought we were amazing, thought we did such incredable things for two such young people, but to us, it was the way life was. we had to do certain things, and sacrafice things we wanted to get us to where we are now. the only this that got me up in the morning was what my brother would say, 'me and you, against the world' he told me mum and dad would be proud of us, proud of how far we have come and how i have
matured so much. he would wipe away my tears, and tell me everything would be alright, even him not knowing whether it would be or not. but then the day came, the day when my life came crashing down once and for all.


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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:42 am

Part One
I got out of bed and splashed cold water on my face to wake me up. Today me and the girls were going to hit the clubs. I was excited because I haven’t been out with girls for a long time now. I was just going to have a movie day then the girls were going to come around to my house to get ready at about 5-ish. I dragged myself downstairs to the kitchen and had lucky charms. Then made my way upstairs brushed my teeth and changed into grey joggers and a white T-shirt, I tied my hair up in a messy pony tail and got the blankets and pillows and made my way downstairs again. I got some goodies from the cupboard and put them on the table. I was going to watch Mean girls, I loved that movie. I pressed play and sat down comfortably on the black leather sofa. After about two hours the film ended. I yawned and looked at the time; 4:30. Shit! The girls were going to be here in half an hour and the house looked like a war zone. I got up and tidied everything. “Knock Knock!” It must be the girls, I thought to myself. I opened the door to see them all with the clothes that they were going to wear in bags. “Hey! I said hugging them all. I could tell that tonight was going to be a very fun night…


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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:44 am

Chocolates and Roses (COMPLETED)
Fifteen
“Morning Miss Alexis?” the maid said as she entered the room carrying a tray of food and a mug of steamy hot coffee.
“In here Tara” Alexis called from the large walk-in closet. The maid set the yummy plate of blueberry pancakes with whipped cream on the dresser before walking into the closet with an ivory-white envelope in her hand. Alexis was sitting on the luxurious velvet carpet with a jacket draped over her crossed legs. The maid stood watching silently as Alexis let out a frustrated sigh. Lately she’d had taken an interest in crafts, something she’d had zero tolerance for all her life. She should have sent the jacket off to the drycleaners as that would have been a LOT easier.
“Would you like some help with that Miss?”
After another failed attempt at sewing on the button straight she nodded. The maid placed the envelope carefully on the floor before she sat down beside Alexis to assist her.

~*~
Whilst the maid was sewing away diligently Alexis stretched her arm out to pick the envelope. She yawned loudly, undoing the burgundy satin bow so she could take out the small card with Edwardian style scripted text.

Dear Alexis,
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Blake Redwood and Loretta Moore
Sunday 4th of April at 6:00pm.
The Parish Church of St. Peter’s. Elsworthy Road, Primrose Hill. London
Cocktails, Dinner and Dancing follow the ceremony.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was a wedding invitation from the cheating bastard who’d left her hurt and betrayed years back. Blake Redwood, a singer-songwriter whom she had met through her father (when he’d still had a career in music). Tall and athletic with a sexy manly jaw line which she loved tracing her finger along. He had blond-brunette hair that flopped over his pure gray eyes and a charming smile. For their second year anniversary he flew her to an exotic beach in the Bahamas. It was all perfect and truly romantic until he confessed to cheating on her on many occasions with different girls. Since Blake she hadn’t been in a proper relationship having lost all her ability to trust guys. A stray tear glided down the side of her face as she held the invitation card somberly, thoughts about him swamping her delicate mind. How every time she gazed at him, her heart skipped a beat. How whenever they shared a kiss she had to go on her dippy-toes (unless he picked her up or leaned down). How just thinking or being anywhere in close proximity to him put an instant smile on her face… It was an amazing feeling back then, but now it just made her sick. Feeling all the contents of her dinner last night come up her throat she bolted for the en-suite.
“Is all well Miss?” said Tara in a concerned tone, pausing from sewing the jacket. Since she could hear Alexis being sick she placed the jacket on the chaise lounge and went after her. Alexis clutched the sides of the toilet as she threw up, tears violently gushing down her upset face. The card was now on the tiled bathroom floor so Tara picked it up. As she read what it said, she took a few glances at Alexis. She realized what had caused her so much distress and so comforted her, offering a friendly ear for her to pour out her heart out to.
“He’s getting married” she sobbed, muffled in Tara’s shoulder. Tara gently stroked her hair as she told her everything would be alright. She had been employed for years as the family maid so if anything she knew her more than her own family did. Gradually Alexis’ tears subsided; she pushed her heartache away, cleaned herself up and got ready to go take Aston’s car to the record label.

Wearing a cute cosmic print mini-dress and her usually straight hair tousled in curls, Alexis stood in front of the vertical mirror.
“Tara do you think I should go?” She held both ends of her dragonfly necklace.
“I mean I don’t see why I shouldn’t go… it happened a long time ago. I’m sure he’s completely changed”, Alexis went on. She paused before uttering the latter of her sentence, “and is very happy with his fiancé.”
A disagreeing frown appeared on the maid’s face as she made Alexis’ bed. “You are clearly hurt by all this and seeing him with again will be painful for you. Why put yourself through that?
With an exasperated sigh she twirled round. “I don’t want him to think I’m still moping over him. Cause I’m not…”
The maid gave her a raised amused eyebrow, “Indeed Miss.”
“What would you do?” she questioned, placing her hand on her left hip.
“Free food and a party?” Tara replied as she carried on changing the pillowcases. “I would definitely go – if I could be genuinely happy for him…”

~*~
Alexis swayed down the light gray carpeted stairs of Epic Records, hearing the sound of people chanting Aston’s name. She clutched his car keys in her hand tighter, feeling nervous. It was a good kind of nervous, the kind a person got when they saw someone they had a crush on. She shrugged the nervous feeling away; she wasn’t even attracted to him... And even if she was she wasn’t prepared to fall into his arms like most girls were. Her confident aura came back as she entered the sleek, designed in all black and white, relaxing area of the building. The huge flat screen television was playing Latin-American music videos and there was food everywhere, people having a good time. She saw Grammy-winning singer Shakira looking fabulous in a plain t-shirt and gypsy skirt as she danced barefooted on tables that had been pushed together. The lazy afternoon sunshine tipped through the clear windows, illuminating the masses of dark golden highlights in her natural caramel brown curls. Beside her was Aston doing one of her well-known belly dancing routines as the staff continued to cheer him on. Alexis couldn’t help but laugh because he could move really well, if not almost better than Shakira herself. Shakira spotted her in the crowd and gave her a smile, beckoning her to join her. She moved through the people and was helped onto the tables. Shakira instantly greeted her with a warm kiss on both cheeks and a hug. Alexis wasn’t at all fazed. With her dad involved in the music industry she was used to being around famous musicians.
“Hola!” Shakira said cheerfully in her Colombian accent as she swung Alexis’ hand. “How are you Alexis?”
“Hi Shakira!” she replied, pulling her dress down to keep her decency. “I’m good thank you. How’s the tour going?”
The Colombian pop star was playing dates for her European tour. So far she’d been to France and Spain and was going to be performing at an outdoor event that weekend in London.
“It’s great! I have a show this Friday at Hyde Park, you should come” said Shakira with a beautiful smile. “I’ll have my agent email you some tickets for you and your friends.”
Alexis was pleased. One thing she loved was outdoor concerts; she hadn’t been to one in ages. “Aw, thank you so much!“

Whilst she continued dancing she suddenly felt two arms wound around her waist in the same way Blake used to do. She frowned as she detached the arms from her waist and spun around to see who it was. Behold it was Aston with a sheepish grin on his face. Beads of sweat from not only dancing hard and the heat but also how Alexis just being there aroused him, fell unto his shirt. Alexis leaned forward and drew out the handkerchief that had been hanging out of his black denim jeans and replaced it with the car keys.
“You’re supposed to use it.” She teased softly, placing the red handkerchief in his hand. She then walked away from him and got herself off the table easily, without help.

Sixteen
Aston watched Alexis walked away, her hips moving in a feminine way designed purely to drive him crazy. All day he’d been thinking about her. Even when the tune of upbeat music as his bandmates recorded their parts for a song flowed around the room, she’d been on his mind. Just like background music. Always playing...and every time he took a break from thinking about something else, she took her place next in line, taking over his thoughts. Once he’d wiped the sweat from face; he jumped off the table unto the floor of people shimmying and clapping to a song they didn’t even understand the words to. Whilst he glanced around the lively room, looking for Alexis, a voice called his name. His head jerked to the left to see her with a cherubic expression on her face.

God, she’s beautiful, he thought. Normally Aston could tell if a girl liked him but he didn’t know if she did. Sure she’d always banter with him and tease him lightheartedly; but she’d never expressed that there was more to it than just being friendly. Impatiently she waved a hand in his direction to call him over. He snapped out of his daze and stuffed his handkerchief back into his pocket prior to making his way to her. Her eyes sparkled with humor as he strolled in a swaggerific manner. He was limping as if he had a broken ankle, kinda like an American rapper/gangster would - to make her laugh.
“Do you tend to walk around like a peg leg penguin?” Alexis said once he’d got to her.
In response to the question he gave her a pretend blank look as if she’d caused him great confusion. She punched him in the arm, hard. “Ow!”
He rubbed his throbbing arm, “You’re really aggressive for a girl.”
She rolled her eyes, “Aw, did I hurt you Darling?”
Aston nodded. “It’s not as bad as the kicking…”
“You knew!”
He mentally shrugged and didn’t say anything. Alexis flushed and looked down at the floor, embarrassed to meet his eyes. This was the first time Aston had seen her feeling nervous and he loved it.
“Sorry” she mumbled. “I really shouldn’t have done that.”
“That’s alright” He murmured softly, tipping her chin up so she was directly facing him. He stared at her longingly to see how she would react.
She looked away feeling overwhelmed by his blazing stare. “Why do you keep doing that?”
A knowing grin appeared on his face, “Doing what?”
“You know what” she sighed, starting to walk away. He put his arm in front of her and stopped her.
“Do you want to hear the song we worked on this morning?”

~*~
Moments later he and Alexis were sat on in a recording room. Alexis was wearing a big black stereo headphones as she nodded her head in time to the music. When the music finished she took off the headphones and turned to him.
“I loved it!” she said grinning genuinely as she helped herself to yet again another handful of cheese and onion crisps.
“Thanks” Aston said happily. He then tried to take some crisps but she wouldn’t let him. “Ah, come on babe!”
She whacked his hand away from the glass bowl, “No.”
“Not even a few?”
“Yes.”
“Wait, so you mean yes then?” a confused Aston asked.
“NO!” she gruffly said.
“You do know your breath smells really cheesy…” He commented lightly, his dreamy russet-brown eyes twinkling.
Alexis bit her lower lip flirtatiously. Yes!, Aston thought, taking it as the first actual sign that she maybe did like him.
“You do know you’re really short for a guy.”
He laughed a little, “You know what they say…”
Her eyes scanned down to his crotch area doubtfully. “Somehow I don’t think that theory quite applies to you” she said in a mockingly sympathetic voice.
“Well then I’ll show you” he told her with a wink as he got up to pull down his already lowly hung jeans.
“What the hell are you doing?!” she inquired in a demanding tone.
Singing ‘I’ll make love to you’ in an unbelievably high pitch he began unzipping his jeans slowly.
“Aston!” Alexis shouted, shaking her head in amusement as she kept her eyes firmly closed. Aston stopped undoing his jeans and pulled his shirt off to show off his perfect abs.
He then moved closer and turned his whole body around before grinding his hips from left to right in front of an alarmed Alexis’ face. All of a sudden the door shot open and standing there with a very shocked look on his face was her dad.

Seventeen
“I think I’ve proven my point now.” Aston smugly declared as Alexis’ dad left the room having giving them a lecture on the dangers of unsafe sex. He’d accidentally thought there was something going on between them which Alexis tried very hard to dispute. To make things even more cringe-worthy he’d gotten a member of the PR team to supply condoms from the JLS range.
And yes, you guessed right… The specific ones given to them just so happened to be branded with Aston’s face. Her father wasn’t really one to be shy about things like that; he wanted to make sure his daughter had a responsible, safe attitude towards sex – even if it made her feel tremendously uncomfortable.
She glared at Aston, crushing a box of condoms in her hand as she resisted an urge to beat his face in. He couldn’t see her expression as he stood facing away from her; zipping his jeans back up.
Aston turned back to her with a smirk on his face. “You know you loved it.”
“Yeah” she replied in a satirical tone, nodding her head slightly. “I find you soooooo irresistible.”
He gave her his trademark cheeky grin. “Who doesn’t?”
“You’re all the same. Cheating lying fools who’d sleep with anything that walks on two legs. Well newsflash sweetheart! There are girls out there who wouldn’t give you the time of day if you weren’t famous. You seriously need to get over yourself.” Alexis said in a way that exhibited her lack of timidity. She wasn’t afraid to say what was on her mind even if Aston was staring at her with a wounded-puppy look.
“You have a girlfriend who loves you and yet you’re here giving a striptease to a girl you hardly know.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said honestly.
Following a sigh filled with irritation she continued talking. “Red hair, big brown eyes, American. Ring any bells?”
He shook his head and muttered something about her needing to enlighten him further.
Alexis frowned in vexation. “Is your brain permanently on power saving mode or are you just too stupid to use it?”
Aston was stunned by how offensive she was becoming. He didn’t know why she was being like that or what had made her get so mad at him.
“I’m talking about Cassie for God’s sake!”
“She’s not my girlfriend. I haven’t had a serious relationship since-“
“Since?”
“Why are we even talking about my personal life?” He snapped, getting angry too, moving nearer so they faced each other directly.
“I was just messing about; I thought you of all people would be okay with it.” He was referring to the prank she’d played on him alongside his friends. She released the box from her hand so it dropped to the floor. The picture of him on it was left hardly recognizable. Her hands gently grasped his face and just as spontaneous as her outburst had been, she kissed him.

Eighteen
Hopeless romantics would say kissing is the autograph of love. Our lips are packed with nerve endings, each one contributing to the dizzying sensation felt when we kiss that special other person.
Those with a more cynical attitude to life would say it’s just a learned behavior, dating back to the days of our early human ancestors. We do it because we’ve grown up seeing those around us do it.
Think of kissing however way you want but for Aston at that very moment it was the most insanely magical thing in the world.
Sure he’d kissed loads of girls before. Famous, non-famous. Normal ‘every-day girls’, singers, actresses, dance choreographers, radio presenters – just to name a few. He’d even kissed models, which wasn’t very easy. None of his past kissing experiences had prepared him for what he was feeling that ordinary day.
A mild touch of her lips was all it took to make his heart-rate accelerate. It sent frenzied tingles shooting up and down his spine. The familiar fruity scent of her perfume drifted into his nose as they continued kissing. His breathing became hot and erratic as she pushed against him, their tongues twisting and tangling from a craving to be as close to each other as physically possible…

After what was like a lifetime Alexis drew apart breathlessly. With an irrepressibly wide smile on her face she murmured ‘WOW’ softly but clearly enough for him to hear. Seeing her walk towards the door he asked where she was going. She shrugged before pausing to switch off the recording room lights, leaving him standing in the dark with a cute confused look. He thought he wanted more of her fervent kissing but in fact what he truly wanted was her.

Nineteen
“Marv?” Aston repeated louder from across the wooden rectangular bench table. He and the JLS lads were having a light lunch of Japanese style salmon with stir fry noodles. They had finished work on their third album and were being interviewed by a teen magazine editor as they ate.
“Yeah?” Marvin simply replied without looking up. He was cutting his nicely charred salmon fillet into smaller slices.
“Could you pass the soy sauce please?” he asked in a very courteous manner. Marvin stopped cutting his salmon and gave him a strange look, curious as to why he was being so polite.
“Everything okay bruv?” He pushed the sealed plastic soy sauce bottle over the table but it toppled and rolled unto the floor.
“Yes, everything is splendid.” Aston answered. He turned his upper body away from the table to pick up the bottle. “Why do you ask?”
Marvin shrugged appearing to be a bit sad as he reverted to cutting his salmon fillet. Earlier that week he split up with his longtime girlfriend which was the sole reason for his unhappiness. He'd tried to be professional and put on a brave face but inside it was killing him. He really missed her and the other boys could see that and were there to support him.
“Wow, you're very polite Aston.” the editor said with a happy grin. She was going to spend an afternoon interviewing a hot talented group of guys and she had their undivided attention. What more could a girl want?
“It's only because you're here.” Oritsé tried to rapidly inform her only to be he shut up by a kick from Aston under the table. “Ow!”
“Oh didn't see your foot there Reesh. Sorry bruv” apologised Aston without sounding a tad sorry.
“I'm always polite.” He said giving a cheeky wink at the last of the sentence before he squirted some soy sauce on his noodles. Whilst the editor switched on the digital voice recorder she let out a chortle.
JB wiped his mouth with a small checkered red napkin and mouthed, “We recording?”
The editor quietly nodded and asked JB a question about their upcoming tour.

"We're really excited to kick off our tour, filling outside stadiums and touring the whole of the UK - it's going to be huge and full of surprises. We recently used a car to get on stage for a performance, so we don't really know how we're going to top that." JB said after he took a gulp of his drink.
“What do you guys do before you get on stage?”
“An hour or so before we just chill out and do our vocal warm up...” Aston answered with a little laugh as his eyes twinkled attractively. “We're quite relaxed actually."
“Yeah apart from you.” Marvin said slightly chuckling as he remembered how crazy he would be.
“I can be relaxed!” Aston responded in a serious voice.

Twenty
“So who's the funniest one out of the JLS bunch?” the editor questioned.
“It's gotta be Aston. He says funny things all the time! He also does the best impressions.”
“Do you guys ever argue?”
They all shook their head 'No'.
“We never let things get to that stage. We respect each other and work together well. We all want to achieve the same thing."
“What would you say is the worst thing about what you do?”
“Having to be around Oritsé Williams.” Aston sighed depressingly and looked down. “Nah I'm joking! It's probably not seeing friends and family as much as we'd like to, as we're always busy, always doing something. We go to loads of incredible events and do amazing things and you can't always take your friends and family with you and you want them to see certain things and go to certain places too."
“Oritsé what would you say is the key to being a successful boy band.” the editor questioned.
“It's all about having fun.” he said showing off his handsome smile. “When you're in a band you have to enjoy your time together. A lot of people don't get that opportunity – when you're a solo artist you share a journey alone but when you're in a group you share the journey with three or four other guys. They're going to go through the same things as you and you'll be able to share memories them. At the end of the day you know that they will always have your back. These three are basically brothers to me.”
“Aw Reesh!” the boys exclaimed despite the fact that they'd heard him say it before.

“You're all quite famous now, and there aren't a lot of things that you can do in the UK without being watched, or mobbed, or snapped. If you could be anonymous again for one day, what's the first thing you'd do?”
“I'd go to the cinema…” JB replied as a waiter came to clear away the empty plates.
“I'd go to the most public places I could and just walk around.” said Aston.
Marvin chuckled at him. “We can do that out of the country, but not here…do you mean like Oxford Street or something?”
“Yeah…Just go into Nando's and say yep, can I have some chicken please?”
“I'd go to all the clubs I can't usually go to…” Marvin quietly said.
“…yeah, where they actually play some decent music!” Oritsé added.

~*~
Although the interview had come to an end the boys decided to stay on at the restaurant. The weather outside was lovely and they were free for the rest of the day. Seeing as they'd completed the album they began making plans for a 'boys night out'. Unknown to Aston Alexis had been inside the restaurant having lunch with her friend Cleo the whole time they were there. When they'd finished they walked out of the restaurant casually, unaware of the male attention on them. The attention was mainly coming from the JLS boys who were captivated by their natural beauty.

“Damn” Oritsé murmured following a low whistle.
“Tell me about it.” Aston breathed, staring at Alexis. Every single time he saw her she took his breath away. He still felt the tingles as he remembered that magical kiss he'd had with her more than a month ago. Although it had just been one kiss he had things he wanted to do to her playing continually on his mind. It was time for him to man up and ask her out on a date.

Twenty One
He took in a deep breath, and another. You can do this man, he whispered to give himself some courage. He couldn't talk to her and seem like the nervous wreck he was on the verge of becoming. No, he had to show off his usual confident, self-assured personality and hope to win her over. He still wasn't sure if she liked him but he was sure of his feelings for her and wanted the chance to get to know her properly. Having got up from the bench he brushed himself down and proceeded to the girls.
“Wait up Ast!” a voice from behind hollered. Aston looked over his shoulder to see Oritsé taking strides to catch up. Giving his friend a confused look his forehead slightly creased.
“I want to talk to her friend...” Oritsé sheepishly admitted with a little smile playing on his lips. His eyes meandered back to Cleo who unintentionally sexily ran her fingers through her sun-kissed locks. She couldn't look more unlike her friend if she tried to. Taller with a slight tan not only from her frequent holidays abroad but from her Egyptian heritage. Exposed by a tight mini skirt were her endlessly long legs that seemed even longer with her khaki slingback wedges. Just like Oritsé's her eyes were a hazel colour but they were different in the sense that they seemed golden-green at times.
“Oh.” Aston just said before waiting for his friend and they both went over to talk to the girls.

“Where've you been all this time babe?” Aston greeted with expertise as he kissed both the girls on the cheek thrice. The third kiss took Alexis by surprise as she was only used to two kisses. Leaning forward she wrapped an arm around his neck and placed another on his firm chest.
She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “Hiding away from you”
Weirdly enough he shivered when her warm breath met his skin even though the outdoor temperature was reasonably warm for an English Spring. His arm started moving around the area of her back that was slightly exposed. An uncontrollable smile on his face from her small flinch right away burst every feeling of uneasiness. He kept his arm around her waist.
“Now why would you want to do that?” Aston inquired softly into her right ear, knowing the effect he had on her.
Alexis was the first to pull away from the hug. “Take a wild guess.”
His smile turned playful. “You can't handle being around someone so devastatingly handsome?”
“Yeah sure. That's exactly why.” She scoffed and turned away in slight irritation. Aston let out a quiet laugh of mild amusement whilst she did so.
“I know you like me Lex.”
“What makes you think I would like someone like you?”
“Because-”
Their banter was broke up Oritsé cleared his throat to remind Aston of he and Cleo's presence.
He apologized before saying, “Ladies this is my good friend Oritsé or Casanova as we like to call him.”
Oritsé greeted Alexis with a friendly embrace as they had met before. Cleo's light eyes twinkled with interest.
“Casanova huh?” she said with a smile that lit up her face. “I'm Cleo”
“You're so beautiful I could just look at you all day, Cleo” Oritsé said as he brought her fingers to his lips to kiss them.

~*~
“So you ladies doing anything this Saturday?” Oritsé casually asked. He and Cleo had hit off right away and they seemed to genuinely like each other.
“No” Cleo said with a coy smile. “Why do you ask?”
“We were wondering if you wanted to go out for the day.” He glanced at Aston who all of a sudden had his eyes fixed on his blue Hi-Top trainers. “Weren't we Ast?”
“Uh, yeah.” Aston responded. He looked back up at the girls with the cheekiest grin ever.
“I don't really know if Aston wants me there...” Alexis playfully teased. She knew full well that he wanted her there.
“I-I” stuttered Aston as her beautiful green eyes began to mesmerize him all over again. “I want you”
She raised her perfectly arched eyebrow at his reply.
“No I mean... I want you to come” he said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
She pouted, pretending to be hurt. “So you don't want me?”
“Yeah... I mean no.” he answered after the realization of what he'd said. Oritsé and Cleo laughed clearly amused by Aston.
Alexis kept eye contact with Aston for a long moment before finally saying, “I'll come.”

Twenty Two
Saturday morning couldn't possibly have come any slower for Aston. He was looking forward to spending a day with Alexis even if it meant Oritsé and Cleo were there. He was restless and lonely without her. Standing before his bedroom mirror in a pair of cropped military boots, he analyzed every inch of clothing on him. He still had no idea what Oritsé had planned so he decided to play it safe in jeans, slightly baggy and a crew neck t-shirt. Printed on the white t-shirt was image of him performing at an outdoors concert and the words 'Music is the ANSAA!' His very dark hair appeared a little different to normal from a haircut by Mike – the band's barber. He'd asked for a fresh new look which did surprise some fans when they saw paparazzi photographs of him at a club, sporting the new style. It did nothing but bring out the gorgeous yet masculine features of his caramel-brown face. Applying a swift spray of his aftershave on either side of his upper neck he turned round to check the time. It was twenty five minutes from when Oritsé was supposed to have arrived. Once Aston was fully ready he extracted his phone from his back pocket to find out why his friend was running late.
“Where you at bruv?'” he inquired walking out of his room to the immaculate flat's hallway.
“I'm on my way now. Just had to nip to TESCO to get a few bits for the barbeque. ” replied Oritsé, unlocking the boot of his brand new red Audi.
“Barbeque?” Aston asked feeling confused. He could hear the rustling of plastic bags as Oritsé placed the food in the boot. “What are we actually doing?”
He didn't respond.
“O!” called out Aston, trying to figure out if his friend was still at the other end. Yet again he didn't respond.
“Sorry, I've gotta go now Ast. I'll be round soon.” Oritsé finally said before he proceeded to lift the big bag of charcoal briquettes from the shop trolley into his car boot.

Twenty Three
As Oritsé reversed in the almost full beach car park Aston looked out to see the girls already waiting at another space. Alexis was leaning against a small black car talking with Cleo. She was in a semitransparent white tie side vest that showed off her taut stomach, denim shorts and sandals. Casual and summery looking... Like she'd known all along that they were headed for the beach. She laughed listening to her friend narrating a funny scenario which made a sigh escape from Aston. That was all needed for his heart to skitter wildly. He knew he had it bad for her. She briefly looked up and noticed the boys pulling up. It was hard not to, they had only just arrived moments before and already they'd drawn the attention of a few people who pointed and stared out of recognition. Having caught Aston's stare Alexis looked back straight into his eyes which made a warm fuzzy feeling course through him. Oritsé's voice calling his name broke his gaze and he got out to help him.

~*~
“I'm not doing that!” Alexis stated in absolute fright. They were under the guidance of an expert trainer, trying to decide who was going to jump of the cliff first. They'd done some water rafting and canoeing earlier and were going to try their hand at cliff jumping. The expert showed them how to do it first and after hearing the screams of others Alexis was more than terrified.
“So which one of you will go first?'” the instructor inquired after no one volunteered.
“I'm not doing that” she repeated in a quieter voice. She backed away feeling her heart pound terribly against her chest. Her friend Cleo was alright, she wasn't at all nervous. She was somewhat of an adventure enthusiast and was willing to do the daring activity. Cleo began pulling off her clothes to reveal an olive green halter bikini. She put away her things before flashing a flirtatious smile at Oritsé. “You coming Casanova?”

Within a few moments Oritsé had finished unbuttoning his shirt and was topless in just his three quarter length jeans. He and Cleo then did a run up under the expert's instructions before jumping off. Aston glanced back at Alexis to see her biting her bottom lip as she watched Cleo and Oritsé. He loved seeing a softer, more vulnerable side of her. Due to his adventuresome nature he really wanted to jump off the cliff but he didn't want to leave her behind.
“We could do it together, if you want?” Aston thoughtfully asked to which she gave an appreciative nod. She then removed gladiator sandals and placed them in the box before strolling to a topless Aston. She wasn't wearing a bikini under so she opted to go fully clothed, even if it meant her top would end up being be see-through. His hands brushed against her fair skin as he helped her take her necklace off. Whilst this was going on Alexis repressed a quiver.
It's not like I have feelings for him or anything, she lied to herself, it's probably just from the breeze. Truth was she DID have feelings for him. The times she'd went without seeing him had just made those feelings grow even stronger. She was slowly letting her guard down and she'd eventually fall hard for him...
“Ready?” A cheesy grin emerged on her attractive face as Aston interlocked his fingers with hers.
“Ready.”

Twenty Four
“It's c-c-c-c-cold.” Alexis said shivering as she shuffled to get nearer to the fire. It was evening by the time they were able to have the beach barbeque. Oritsé did all the cooking and produced a meal of freshly grilled burgers, hotdogs, jerk chicken and salad. When Aston was eating he'd piled on all the ketchup on his food, earning a look of disgust from Alexis. Although the boys had been stopped by many people for pictures and autographs, the double date was going well. He'd made her laugh a lot and strangely enough they were having a really good time. Cleo and Oritsé had gone off for a donkey ride leaving them alone, sat cross-legged on the golden sand talking. Aston finished his can of beer, flung his t-shirt over his bare shoulder and moved closer to her. Then he curled his strong arms around her waist bringing her body to his. Alexis didn't do anything, she just sat there frozen as an ice-cube. Aching for a response from her, Aston started trailing burning kisses behind her neck. Each kiss gradually made her melt into his arms as he deeply inhaled the scent of her fruity perfume on her smooth skin. The beach was almost deserted so there wasn't really anyone around, just the odd dog walker or jogger.
“What are you doing?” Alexis murmured breathlessly as she closed her eyes.
“Keeping you warm.” His voice was a low husky whisper. He started undoing the side knots of her top, grazing his fingers faintly on the naked area of her stomach. Crazy sparks flew all over her body from Aston's touch and she leaned in against his warm muscular torso. His lips nibbled her ear in a tingling caress and her body heated up even more.
“You feeling any warmer?”
“Hmm, nope.” she replied cheekily, her fingers dancing along his arm around her.
Aston ran a hand up her back and round her ribcage, edging closer to the lace of her candy pink bra. “You sure about that?”
Waves mildly washed up onto the vast, empty swathes of beach as he started kissing the other side of her neck. This time the kisses were lighter and his soft lips barely touched her skin. Nevertheless she hadn't give him an answer so his hand traveled even further north, her top riding up as it did. The coldness had dissolved fully from her but she was still very gently shaking. Aston guessed it was because of his contact with her body so he didn't press for an answer. Instead he placed his other hand on her hip and turned her so she was facing him. He then moved in and lovingly laid her back on the sand. He tossed his white t-shirt away, hovering above her as he kept a dreamy gaze on her enthralling features. Supporting himself with one hand buried in the dry sand, he brushed his tongue against the entrance of her mouth in an irresistible craving to taste her. In the inadequate light coming from the burning firewood Alexis opened her eyes. When he paused, observing her face brighten up as a smile ran across it, Aston felt his cheeks get warm. The pupils of his soulful chocolate eyes seemed to twinkle as he fought off the urge to grin like an idiot. Butterflies partied in his stomach from her fingers feeling his toned abdominal muscles. His burning desire for Alexis was just like the wood glowing repeatedly with flames. He went to lightly brush his lips against hers but she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. She tasted even more yummy than he'd remembered. Minutes later they stopped kissing and he gave a breath of laughter that made Alexis' heart rate hasten like no other guy had ever done.
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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:46 am

Chocolates and Roses (COMPLETED)
Twenty Five
Moving his hand from Alexis' slender waist to under her top, he reached her chest region and stroked his thumb over the lace fabric. Aston knew what he was doing was a little daring but he didn't care. Things just felt so right and he'd gotten her right where he wanted at last. On the other hand Alexis felt things were moving too quickly. The sexual attraction between them was powerful and she was enjoying ever minute of it but she didn't want to go any further. She didn't want to give her heart out to Aston just so he could crush it like Blake did. She wasn't ready to get so intimate with him, especially since it was only the first date.
A deep sigh of pleasure escaped her lips and she softly with reluctance whispered, “Aston...”
“Yeah babe?” His hand slipped into the cup of Alexis' bra and she moaned. She could feel her breathing quicken at the incredible sensation.
She touched his arm, delicately tracing over the stars of his tattoo. “Stop, please.”
Aston stopped and went back to just kissing but soon his hands roamed back. He growled sexily, squeezing her breast as he revelled in the warmth and tenderness of her skin. Alexis pulled away from the kiss.
“I said stop!” She pushed him off her, readjusted her vest and got up. Aston regained control of his senses as he saw her storming off. When he caught up with her he took her right arm and asked what was wrong.
“Keep your filthy hands off me!” she yelled, trying to shrug Aston's hand off. A middle-aged woman walking her black Labrador nearby saw the commotion and heard Alexis' yell. She knelt down to remove the dog's leash, leaving it to run free.
“Is everything alright love?” the woman asked concernedly. Alexis nodded still glaring at Aston with her laser green eyes like she was about to blast his head off. Aston could see the angry tears taking form in her eyes so he released his grasp. The expression on her face changed to something undecipherable and she carried on walking away. His jaw clenched tightly when he let out a sigh of regret for he'd messed things up, big time.

Twenty Six
After the incident she'd pretty much ignored him and when it was time to go she only said goodbye to Oritsé, causing some confusion. This left a dark cloud of sullenness hanging over him, in a metaphorical sense. It was almost surreal how a date that started so well could end up on a bad note. On the other hand Oritsé was still buzzing from the amazing time he'd had with Cleo. In the past he'd dedicated all of his time and effort to music but seeing how loved up JB was with his girlfriend Megan made his wish for an intimate relationship even stronger. He'd been riding solo for a long time and was happy that he'd met someone he felt just clicked with him. However he wasn't planning on rushing into things with Cleo, he'd take his time getting to know her properly. He was telling Aston about his plan to take her out for dinner when he noticed how quiet he was.
“Everything alright with you and Alexis?” he asked, taking a right turn into the road that would lead them to the motorway. Aston didn't even hear him as his mind was miles away from the conversation. Goosebumps scattered up his arms the second he began replaying her fingers feeling his body. She had this strange effect on him. Fiddling with the JLS keyring attached to his car keys, he felt very stupid for what he'd done. Just when she was starting to open up to him he'd gone and messed things up.

~*~
Aston didn't see Alexis when he'd been in for a meeting at Epic on Monday. Each time he'd tried to ring her during the weekend he'd gotten a voice message telling him that his call could not be completed as dialed. He was sure she'd blocked his number as Cleo had told him there was nothing wrong with her phone when he'd queried He knew she had begun work at the label so sooner or later they were going to bump into each other. It was Thursday and just the thought of her being so near but still distant from him drove him crazy. Aston desperately needed to talk to her. He and the boys were supposed to be jotting down some name suggestions for the new album but all he'd done was put down reasons why he liked Alexis so much. So far he'd written two and a half sides and was still scribbling away, showing no signs of stopping.
“Wow, you've got loads written Aston.” said Shona, the head of the creative department. A huge smile broke out on her heart shaped face, happy to see him putting the effort in. She was intrigued as to what he was writing but found it hard to make out what the messy hand-writing said. “Any ideas you want to share with the rest of us?”
The led of Aston's pencil broke so he paused the scrawling. He passed a fleeting glance at Shona and then at his blue notepad, realising what he'd been doing. He couldn't obviously say what he'd wrote.
“I''ll just go and get another pencil...” He informed her, holding the pencil up as he got up from his chair.
“Oh you can have this one bruv.” Marvin said extending his hand out to pass him a spare pencil. As he did so he accidentally knocked over an opened Coca-Cola can, causing the drink to run off the table unto Aston's trousers. Marvin immediately apologized to him, looking around for something to dry the table with.
“It's fine bruv” he replied, picking up his notepad. He then announced that he was going to get himself cleaned up in the toilets, leaving out his plan to see Alexis on the way back.

Twenty Seven
As soon as he'd cleaned himself up he made his way to Alexis' office. He didn't know what he was going to do or say but he knew he just had to see her. Rather shyly he entered the room only to find another member of staff typing away on a laptop. She was a middle-aged woman with neatly scraped back blonde hair. She greeted him with a 'hello' before looking up from the laptop with a slightly puzzled expression on her face. “Is there anything or anyone in particular you're looking for?”
He shook his head sideways, glancing around the tidy office and taking in his surroundings. His eyes set on a black high gloss desk. On it was an white Apple MacBook, a couple of oriental looking ornaments, two bulky red folders, a pen jar and a cream Chloé handbag.
“Is that where Alexis works?” Aston asked casually, staring at the desk.
The woman nodded, again giving him a confused look as she tried to figure out what he was doing there. Then she thought it was better not to say anything so she returned back to her work. Aston strolled over to the desk and glanced at the laptop screen. On it was an article about him bedding up to six different women in the short time span of a week. Out of all the false stories about him she had to choose that one to read. He sighed inwardly, sitting on the leather chair as he began to read the story. Along with the many things she probably thought he was 'sex-mad' would be one of them. He took a black pen from the metal jar and resumed his scribbling having finished looking through the article. Only the sound of Aston humming 'Crawl' by Chris Brown and the woman typing away filled the comfortable silence between them.

~*~
Alexis walked back into her office to find the last guy she wanted to see that afternoon at her desk. He looked so cute, innocently scribbling something in a notepad. At first she smiled at his presence but the moment he noticed her standing at the doorway, the smile turned into a deadly glare. To Aston she looked simply incredible, her ebony-black hair more straight than normal with little green hair clips that sparkled just like her eyes. She was in a fitted cream blouse, a pencil skirt that sat just above her knees and a pair of studded platform heels that matched her blouse. She walked over to her desk, pretending she hadn't heard Aston call her name and refusing to acknowledge the fact he'd waited more than an hour for her.
“Don't believe everything you read...” He mumbled, looking directly into her eyes, as if to say he was sorry for what had happened the weekend before. It was funny how just staring her eyes still made him heat up in the most unbelievable of places Ignoring him she leaned her body over his, so she could switch her laptop off and pack away her things. Alexis felt tingles where his knee brushed against her legs. She could somehow sense his dark eyes burning into her as he gazed lustfully and it made her feel a little uneasy. Aston on the other hand was finding it more and more difficult to take his eyes off her. The skirt she was wearing really accentuated her bum and it just made his stomach do backflips all about the place.
She said I can't touch her but it doesn't mean I can't look, Aston cheekily thought, tipping the chair back to get a better view. He bit his lower lip, totally concentrated on her bum.
Why did she have to make things so hard for him by being so sexy?
The heels, the skirt, everything was just too much. He was resisting the urge to wrap his strong arms around her waist and pull her into his lap. He wanted to give her a kiss that she would never forget. A kiss that would make every anger she had towards him evaporate.
All of a sudden Alexis turned around and shouted in his face, “Boo!”
This caused him to tip even more and fall over in the chair. A smirk appeared on her fair face as she'd cottoned on what he'd been doing.
Serves you right, she thought to herself, laughing quietly as a he got up from the floor. When his eyes met hers again he blushed ferociously, she made him so nervous. With her Chloé handbag now resting on her left shoulder Alexis picked Aston's blue notepad and left the room.

Twenty Eight
The following day Alexis went into work in an effervescent mood, contrasting the fairly bleak and dull outside weather. Perhaps it was because of the things she'd discovered that Aston liked about her, things he would never have acquired enough courage to say. Having reached the the main corridor that led to her office she unclosed the door to see the postman wheeling a red trolley towards her. It bulged with fan mail for the artists that should have been posted to their various management companies. Passing a beaming smile in his direction she stepped aside allowing him to go through as she held the door open.
“Good morning, Miss. Raphael,” he greeted her replicating her expression of happiness, wondering why she was in such high spirits. When he'd gone past Alexis continued to make her way to her office with a little spring in every step she took.

To her surprise there was the loveliest rose plant she'd ever laid eyes on positioned on her desk. Gradually blooming into a soft, delicate pink colour in the black ceramic pot it called home. A fruity fragrance from the plant drifted to her, almost beckoning her to come closer. With a little sparkle in her eyes she moved towards her desk, noting the cute little cupcakes neatly wrapped in a cello bag with a thin ribbon. On top of each handmade cupcake was buttercream and sprinkled crushed Maltesers, her favourite chocolate. Alongside the rose plant and cupcakes was a framed picture of Aston topless. Curiously she picked up the glass frame and read the written message out loud to herself.
“To Alexis, I know you've always wanted a topless picture of me so here it is. Love, Aston.”
Can he get anymore cocky? Alexis thought, rolling her eyes as she placed the picture back. The cupcakes and plant was a really sweet gesture though... She had already forgiven him for what happened at the beach so there wasn't any need for it. She eyed up the delicious looking cupcakes, trying to decide whether or not to eat one before lunging at it. Quickly unwrapping the bag she grinned in the same way a child would upon finding presents under the tree at Christmas. She couldn't wait to get her hands on the tasty treats!
Just as she took another bite of the first cupcake, savouring its sinfully sweet taste she heard the office door open.
“I think you have something that belongs to me.”

Twenty Nine
Aston stood leaning against the doorway staring at her with an expression dangerously resembling one a lion has when faced with its prey. JLS weren't scheduled for anything at Epic that day so she was startled upon hearing his voice. A rush of adrenaline immediately took over her which her body misinterpreted as danger. As a response Alexis felt her heart to drop in her chest and her lungs constrict. She promptly swallowed the sweet contents of her mouth and swung around, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”
Unhurriedly Aston started moving towards her, still holding his focus on her. “Oh you definitely do.”
“I really don't...” Alexis retorted, trying not to let her growing fear show in the tone of her voice. She was trying to avoid making eye-contact with him but there was just something about the way he was looking at her. Maybe he just wanted to talk, she didn't need to be so frightened. Then she remembered she'd left the notepad at home so he wouldn't find it on her. Leaning back against the edge of the desk Alexis put both hands behind her and crossed her legs.
With a look of apathy faked on her face she said to him, “What is this 'something' I have anyway?”
“My notepad. You took it just before you left yesterday.”
“I didn’t. You can search me if you want...” She said trailing off as he reached her. Damn, he looked so good in just a denim-blue baseball sweatshirt and jeans.
“Oh I will...” Aston's alluring eyes adventured down to her chest, wondering if there was anyway the buttons on her blouse could 'accidentally' come undone. Alexis gulped. She needed to get out before anything happened, anyone could just walk past and see them. She took a big step to her left, he imitated her. She took a big step to her right. Again he did the same.
“Stop moving.” He growled softly, seizing her by the waist as she made an attempt to push past him. Alexis let out a nervous yelp when he lifted her petite body off the floor, giggling a bit as his hands brushed against her bum. Then he carried her over to the desk and sat her on it. Her legs lowered, still hesitantly twined around his waist as he stood between them. Sparks shot up and showered down to every part of Alexis' body. She hated it, she hated the way he made her feel. Studying her face Aston could see it was forming into the deadly glare he knew all too well.
“Why are you so angry with me?” He murmured in her ear, touching her bare knee in a way that made a frisson of surprise shoot through her.
“I'm not angry with you...”
His hand left her knee and went up her thigh, slowly creeping under her skirt and she gasped softly. “You are.”
“I'm not.” Alexis tried to say but what came out was a croak. The faint smell of Aston's aftershave mixed with cologne was somewhat exhilarating for her and she felt herself becoming weak. It was just as well she was propped up on the desk. Their mouths were few inches apart and all that was needed was for Alexis to tilt her head forward.
He took one glance at her gorgeous lips and then at her face. “Show me.”

Thirty
Changing her facial expression to a softer one she said, “I don't want to get hurt again.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “I won't hurt you, I promise.”
Bringing her slender arms up Alexis wound them around his neck. She then started touching and playing with his ungelled hair to distract her tense self. Even now her heart throbbed accompanied by strong emotions, a combination of torrid and fear. THE Aston Merrygold was almost begging her to kiss him. A guy sought after by thousands of girls who would give anything to be in her position. She still couldn't do it... It was the beach replaying itself all over again. Her trust in men was damaged and she knew if they got too close he was going to treat her bad. He'd eventually get bored of her and cheat. Not only could she see the plea in Aston's dark eyes but the desire that was almost driving him to the point of madness.
His pupils were dilated making his attraction for her undeniable. “Please.”

They stayed locked in an embrace and the silent minutes seemed to drift lazily away. Suddenly they heard the sound of someone walking by, startling Alexis. Removing her hands away she disembroiled herself from Aston and jumped off the desk. Then she smoothed her red skirt down, walking around to the other side of the desk. Aston was left feeling a little miffed as she unnecessarily started tidying her desk. It was like she had forgotten he was there.
“I can't do this Aston, not yet.”
“What do you mean?'” Confusion displayed in the expression of his caramel-brown face. “Kissing or us?”
“Both.” She bluntly said, not even bothering to make eye-contact with him. “I'm not ready for all this.”
Aston asked her if she would ever be ready as she took the empty cupcake liner and the ribbon over to the bin.
“I don't know...”
He dug his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans, “I'm not waiting around like a love-sick teenager for you to make your mind up.”
“So what are you saying?” Alexis said in a small voice, still turned away from him. The happy feeling she had earlier was rapidly disintegrating.
“If you don't want me then I'll go. It's all or nothing.”
Feeling her eyes prickle with tears she touched her necklace, feeling the smooth, cool wings of the dragonfly. So that was it then. She had to let him go. He deserved to find someone willing to give him what he wanted, everything she wasn't prepared to give him. Things weren't meant to be.

“Lex?” Aston called, still filled with hope that she would let him inside her world. He just needed to make sure which was why he'd given her the ultimatum. Alexis just blankly stared at the office noticeboard as a tear ran down her cheek. Knowing he would be mad with her at first, she sighed. He would soon get over it and move on. She was the one left heart-broken. Sensing that Alexis was upset Aston walked up behind her and came round to face her. He could see her tears now streaming down so he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.
“F*** off!” Alexis cried as she gave him a hard shove, making him stumble back. Then she flung the cupcakes off the desk and without thinking she hurled the glass frame at him. It bounced off his hard chest before hitting the floor and smashing into pieces just like his heart was. Alexis watched in horror as it had only just missed his chin, realising that she'd gone too far. The anger brewed inside Aston who stared at her intense way. Clenching both his jaw and fist he kicked the chair to his right so it flew in the air and came crashing down. He then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him so hard the desks rattled.

Thirty One
Still extremely pissed off, Aston hit an exclusive London nightclub with Chris and Marvin, in a bid to get Alexis off his mind. He was going to have a good time partying until late and maybe meet some girls whilst he did so. Girls who didn't act like cold-hearted bitches.
He hated how Alexis automatically thought he was going to break her heart. He wasn't like that. Sure he'd still look at other girls if they were together but he would never intentionally do anything he knew would hurt her. Whenever they got close she either gave him murderous looks or was physically violent... She wasn't willing to let her guard down and trust him. She'd let a previous bad relationship experience stop her from giving him a chance. Her feelings for Aston had only made her strengthen those protective walls because she was so afraid of being hurt again.

His heart ached knowing he couldn't make her trust him. He just had to back off and let her come to him but with the way things had gone he had a feeling that was highly unlikely. Following a quick check for messages on his phone he turned to his friend and said, “Ready bruv?”
The cheery smile already plastered on Chris' face broadened as he unfastened his seat belt. “Do you even need to ask?”
“Just checking.” He said glancing one last time in the rear view mirror as he copied Chris' action, “Right, come on!”
Jumping out of his Lamborghini, Aston slowly blinked as the paparazzi went camera crazy, his long dark lashes fanning against his skin. Just like fans they were competing for his attention, all trying to get a shot of him on a night out. He hardly gave them a smile, pulling up his loose Diesel jeans by the waistband. As they continued shouting he handed his car key over to the valet before walking with Chris to the already packed club.

Thirty Two
Waiting to place more drink orders at the bar Aston noticed a stunning half-Black, half-Asian girl. She was in a strapless red satin dress that hugged her every curve and heels. Whilst she danced with her friend in a carefree way, she attracted attention from guys all around who were too intimidated to approach her. Aston wasn't at all intimidated by her attractiveness. In fact it made him want to talk to her more.
Once he'd gotten the drinks he returned to the booth and placed the bottles of alcohol on the table. “Back in a bit.”
“Where you off too?” Marvin slurred, pouring more drink into his barely empty glass.
He paused, looking over his shoulder to Marvin with a mischievous grin on his face. “Just going to introduce myself to someone...”
Chris on the other hand was too busy kissing some pretty blonde girl's neck to notice.
“Get in there Talbot!” Aston shouted with an even wider grin on his face before he went off to find the girl.

~*~
“Hey,” He tried to say over the loud music, placing his hand on her slim waist. “I'm Aston.”
She giggled flirtatiously, “Asia.”
Aston glanced at her friend whose eyes were wide with shock before grinning at her. “Would your friend mind if I danced with you for a while?”
Asia shook her head, beautifully swishing her long hair as she did so. She said something he didn't quite catch to her friend before taking his hand and leading him deeper into the crowd of energetic clubbers.

About an hour later their bodies were still grinding against each others. Aston was by this time very tipsy and he frivolously moved his body with Asia's as they continued to dance. He had his hands on her waist whilst she crushed against his crotch area in the most sexy way. She was really hot and good at dancing. But she couldn't make his body heat up in weird places or make him fumble over his words. Or make his heart-rate accelerate or transmit fervid shivers down his spine as their lips connected during a short kiss at the end of the dance.

She wasn't Alexis.

And for that exact reason he felt guilty about the whole thing.

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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:47 am

'dont ever feel like you're less than perfect'


part one;

since i was seven, and my brother was twelve, we were a two part family. two peas in a pod, us against the world as he would say. until the morning of April 3rd 2005, i got a call from the London police. that one call, that one persons voice made my world shatter into a million pieces. i dropped to the floor in floods of tears. why me? why do i deserve all this..
for days, i layed there in pure darkness and cold, thinking over and over why. no answers sprung to mind, no reasons that stood strong. the bitter coldness gave me
goosebumps, and sent shivers up my spine. no food was consumed, no liquid was drank, my body began to feel weak and unhealthy, but there was no reason for me to remain healthy, i had noone to make proud, i had noone left, noone i loved, noone my own. life wasnt the same anymore, life wasnt worth living in my eyes.


part two

the doorbell rang, the energy i used to have a few days ago had reached its limit. as hard as i tried, i felt paralized and had no strength to pull myself up.
"excuse me? hello, is anyone in there...."
i layed there, in silence, a single tear trickled down my cheek. the first voice id heard in a week, and not one that i wanted to hear. as the footsteps went into
the distance, i curled up into a ball sobing into my lap. my eyes were sore & red, my skin was like a white sheet. i wasnt happy, i wasnt healthy.
as the days went by, i gained my strength back, three voices at the back of my mind, edging me forward. walking round the house, gazing at everything in its place, everything my brother had left on his morning to work still remained where he put it. his bed, still not
made from when he woke up that dreadful morning. i fell to my knees, hugging a picture. the picture id kept close to my heart, always. me, my brother, my mum and
my dad, all as one. its that moment, when i realized that i wasnt doing good just hibernating inside, i needed to get out there, i needed to be free of this
pain. my family wouldnt want me to suffer, my family would want me to be happy.
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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:52 am

Chocolates and Roses (COMPLETED)
Thirty Three
Touring pretty much kept Aston occupied for the following weeks and he had no contact whatsoever with Alexis. But random thoughts about her often seemed to cruise through his mind when he was least expecting it. Like he'd be in a soundcheck then suddenly he would remember her once saying how she thought the ripples of his abs looked like jaffa cakes. It was the afternoon on the day of the Newcastle show. The JLS boys were in a massive white tent set up especially for them, sorting out a few things with staff before the evening. Having grabbed a plate of hotdogs and a big ketchup bottle, Aston slowly made his way back into the tent. He quietly hummed away to himself, walking to the plastic chair and table set in the far corner. Already sat there was Oritsé calling his mum to see if she was okay. As Aston placed down the ketchup and plate he could hear JB's voice. But it wasn't alone. It was accompanied by that sexy feminine voice that made his heart start racing. He looked up and saw JB speaking to a girl he instantly recognized as Alexis. His breath caught in his throat when they locked eyes moments later. Her piercing green eyes boring into his eyes, causing his stomach to churn nervously.

Abandoning his food Aston went over to them, curious as to why she was there.
“I'm so sorry Aston.” Alexis started quietly saying as JB excused himself to give them some time alone. “I should have never acted the way I did. I should have given you a chance instead of throwing everything back in your face. You were so lovely to me and all I did was push you away. I kept blaming you for what my ex did, trying to question why you of all people would want me. I'm hardly as beautiful as all your past girlfriends. I haven't achieved anything special... I'm just the daughter of some music label executive.”
Aston didn't say anything, he just listened with a serious expression.
“I keep telling myself I can't trust guys when I really mean I don't trust myself in relation to guys. That I'll end up giving my heart out to a guy that will break it. But I don't want to end up living the rest of my life as a lonely old woman with lots of cats. I'm slowly learning to trust myself. Trust the decisions I make. I can't carry on letting something that happened years ago affect me now.”
She stepped forward and affectionately moved her thumb along his cheek. “So I guess what I'm saying is that I'm willing to give things a go if you still are kiddo.”

Thirty Four
The slight crease on Aston's forehead vanished as he relaxed the previously tensed muscle.
She was here. Ready to give him the chance he'd so desired. Nothing could match the feeling of pure bliss felt as he allowed the massive grin he'd been trying to control to take over. The outer corner of his brown eyes crinkled endearingly; the usual spark in their pupils suddenly returned. He took Alexis' other hand in his and gently caressed her palm with his finger; maintaining eye contact with her.
“Lex you're more beautiful than any other girl I've been with. I don't care if you're not some Victoria's Secret model or you don't have a top ten single... I like you because you're you.”
A beautiful smile materialized on her light-complexioned face. “I like you too.”
Alexis took her thumb away from his cheek and replaced it with her mouth; making his heart do more backflips than he'd ever physically done in his twenty three years of living.
“Even though you're really big-headed...” She murmured against the rapidly heating skin of Aston's cheek.
Thereafter she led his soft but manly hands to her slim waist saying, “And you act kinda dumb.”
Pressing her plump lips onto his she started kissing him; nibbling ever so gently on the outside of his lower lip. A faint moan escaped from Aston as his mouth opened slightly; hers grazing the tiny, delicate curve in a sensual way. She'd hit the ultra-sensitive nerve receptors in his mouth; causing sparks of electric currents to shoot down to his crotch. As Alexis held his hands by her waist she deepened the kiss, their tongues moved passionately together. Warmth started spreading throughout his body as she lightly stroked his knuckles.
Aston forgot to breathe.
In fact he didn't need to breathe; the kiss was giving him all the oxygen he needed.

“We have an audience.” Alexis sighed, unwillingly pulling away from Aston minutes later. Indeed they had. Everyone from the sound technician to the bodyguards present in the tent was watching them. They all broke into a loud cheer, clearly glad to see them finally together.
“We could go somewhere a little more private?” Aston flirtatiously asked, suggestively raising his eyebrows at her. She nodded agreeingly and he put his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the tent. Side by side they walked along on the freshly cut grass; his navy blue Converses and her sequined ballet pumps taking synchronized strides.

Thirty Five
Having let Alexis up first he made his way up the tour bus stairs that would lead them to his private living room. He carried on munching gummy bears, cheekily keeping his eyes glued to her behind. Juicy and heavenly shaped in the tight jeans she wore. It wasn't overly big, just perfectly curvy enough for him to grab unto – if she let him. Everyone else was outside basking in the summer heat so there wasn't anyone in the bus other than them.
When Alexis reached the top of the stairs she sharply said, “Eyes up Merrygold.”
Aston grinned playfully, once again filling his mouth up with sweets. “And what if I don't?”
“I'll just have to get off this bus then won't I?” Alexis answered as she turned around to look at him. For a split second Aston was disappointed. She was already leaving him when he'd only just got her. Then he realized she was only joking when she gave him a wink that made him almost choke on a gummy bear. Watching him cough Alexis giggled, she loved how easy it was for her to tease him.
“You're not going anywhere!” Aston exclaimed, bounding up the narrow darkly coloured stairs three at a time.
Her eyes lit up teasingly as Aston came face to face with her; gently pushing her against the wall.
“And what exactly are you going to do to stop me?” She inquired, meeting his hot gaze.
“Nothing,” he simply said undoing the buttons of his black and white checkered shirt. “Nothing at all.”

Alexis' intent look drifted down his face, past his hard chest to the area slowly becoming unclothed. She'd seen him topless before but the way his torso was glistening gave her the tingly feeling of butterflies. She needed Aston and boy, did he know it. Without giving it much thought she jumped on him; wrapping her legs around his body as she hungrily kissed him. Sighing happily, her tongue tigerishly tried to find his as the taste of gummy bears lingered in his mouth. “Mmm, strawberry...”
Aston pulled back laughing; at the same time letting his fingers brush against her hipbone. “Steady on Lex... I know I’m irresistible but please babe, try to calm yourself.”
“Shut up.” She mumbled irritatedly with her hands hooked tightly around his neck; dragging him back for a kiss. They entered Aston's living room; their bodies banging against the silver blinds and knocking everything in sight down. He carried her over to the chocolate brown sofa and tossed away the cushions. Subsequently he sat down and Alexis' legs remained in their secure position encircling his waist. In ever region of Aston's body sparks went off and his breathing became deeper. God, she knew how to use her mouth. Their lips were still locked sensationally making him feel like his head would blow up with passion. Fully removing Aston's shirt, Alexis ran her hand over his lovely arm muscles. Aston on the other hand let his hands roam Alexis with urgency; dropping below her waist into her jeans.

Quivering as his hands made contact with her divine bum, she halted the kiss to say, “You're really naughty.”
“You're the one wearing sexy underwear...” He whispered between each kiss he lovingly laid on her collarbone. Right at that moment Alexis felt pretty good. Aston genuinely wanted to be with her and that was all the proof she needed that things would work.
Her shoulders gently shook as she let out the cutest laugh, “Everything to do with women's underwear is sexy to you...”
“True.” Aston's kisses began to travel back north. He flipped her over so he was hovering on top of her.
“So, would you rather carry this on all afternoon or do something else?” She murmured using her fingertips to trace his defined lower chest just before he captured her lips with his. To that she didn't receive an answer. He was too busy making up for all the lost time and rightly so!

Thirty Six
The rest of the summer tour flew by pretty swiftly - luckily for Aston. Although he would miss being on the road and performing, he was keen to get back home and carry on where he'd left off with Alexis. Whether it was texts, phone calls or video conferences on Skype, they somehow found a way to maintain contact and be involved in each others lives. But this of course hadn't been enough for him. He preferred being around her... Being with her. The lift came to a halt and a sharp bell dinged to inform him that he'd reached his floor. In a flash Aston ran out to the door of his swanky apartment; his tour luggage madly flying through the air rather than gently wheeling on the carpeted hallway like it should have been. With the apartment door presently ajar he dropped the black bags beside the radiator before going off to the bathroom. There he had the quickest shower he'd ever had and changed into his usual attire of baggy jeans and a t-shirt. He left his hair to dry naturally which made water sexily drizzle down from its tips to the soft cotton material of his hot pink t-shirt. Whilst perched on the edge of the super king sized bed in his bedroom; he checked his phone for updates and wore his shoes. Ignoring the pile of letters left by Chris on the kitchen counter; he looked through the cupboards for something to eat. He needed to subdue the hunger pangs he'd been experiencing on the journey home. In the end he settled on a Coco Pops cereal bar which he took alongside a banana to eat during his drive to the studio to pick Alexis up.

~*~
A light tapping on the window of his Lamborghini got his attention as he fiddled with the radio knob. His head turned to the left allowing him to witness Alexis stood with a forlorn expression fastened to her face. Registering her gloomy mood he leaned over and unlocked the door to let her in. She had just come out from an audition for a role in a theatrical production so by the look on her face, Aston guessed things hadn't gone too well. As she secured her seat belt he took her trilby hat off and placed it on his head. It was made from straw with a big white flower stylishly positioned on its side.
“How'd it go?”
Alexis let out a deep sigh, looking into his curious chocolate brown eyes as if she was about to erupt into tears.
“I got the part!” She yelled as her expression converted into one a lot more jovial.
Aston's eyes widened with absolute surprise making her giggle. “Really?”
Alexis smiled impulsively, properly adjusting her hat on Aston's head so it was in a way that suited his face. “Yup. The assessors said they knew I was the girl they wanted from the very moment they met me.”
“Sounds kinda familiar... I knew you'd get it!” Aston smiled back, enveloping her into a bone-crushing hug. The distinctive musk aroma of his shower gel gallivanted to Alexis' nose. Again she deeply sighed, releasing a pleasure packed moan as he ran his hand gently up her back. “Well done babe.”
She managed to utter a 'Thank you' before ordering him to release her. Aston was beginning to suffocate her in the very tight embrace.
“Nah, I love hugging you...”
Alexis complained loudly trying to push him off her, “I can't breathe!”
“Oh, right.” He let go to start up his car and inquired, “So where we off to today?”
With a fat ginormous grin she answered, “My favourite place in the whole world.” She made sure to emphasize the word 'whole', opening and spreading out her slender arms to show him.

Thirty Seven
Just as he parked into a space Alexis' phone started ringing. She instantaneously whipped it out from the front pocket of her light denim shorts to see who the call was from. Tapping the answer button she placed the touchscreen phone to her ear and spoke.
“Hey Carly. Yup, we're almost there now.”
Peeping out of the car in confusion, Aston frowned a little. He didn't have a clue where 'there' was. From where he was all he could see really was a moderately sized empty yellow-green field and a magnolia painted bungalow in the far distance. All the way he'd pressed Alexis for where they were going but she hadn't told him. Aston being Aston inquisitively peered over her shoulder when she was texting earlier but he didn't get much info. Although he liked surprising people, he didn't like being surprised himself. He was too impatient and always wanted to know what was going on!
Upon hearing Alexis laughing with the girl she was chatting to, his heart skipped a beat. He wasn't anxious or anything of the sort; it was just what seeing her happy, hearing her laughter did to him. Unbuckling his seat belt he brushed a hand up her inner thigh. Tracing skinny heart outlines with his caramel-brown finger on her skin; he bit his lip whilst looking at her. With a very bemused look on her face Alexis turned her attention to Aston. What the hell was he playing at? They were in broad daylight so anyone lurking around could just spot them... Especially anyone that had been following them for miles with a shutterbug camera.

As his other hand was now free Aston gripped her waist; pulling her onto his lap so she straddled him.
“Okay that's fine. See you in a bit.” She finished the call, taking her hat off his head and throwing it to her now vacant car seat. He started tenderly nibbling her neck by scraping his teeth against the skin with a mild pressure. His hot breath blew against Alexis, giving her crazy butterflies and turning her on. Purring seductively she ran her fingers through his short black hair. It still felt slightly damp from his shower earlier. The car lever dug into her leg, forcing her back to her senses. She couldn't let paparazzi catch them like that.

What would Aston's fans think?

She knew what it was like dealing with fan hate from when she'd dated Blake but he hadn't been as famous as Aston. If they found out she'd probably receive lots of death threats from teenage girls; understandably upset that their idol was in a relationship with a girl that wasn't them.

More importantly what would the label and management think of them frolicking around?

He was supposed to be at home getting rest for a TV interview filming the next day.
She'd known this whole thing was a bad idea. Did she really want all the stress and drama of dating someone famous? But when he looked up and flashed her his signature cheeky grin everything suddenly felt right. Gazing at how his pearly white teeth dazzled attractively in his smiling mouth she couldn't help but beam.

Of course this was what she wanted!

But it didn't mean she was going to give in to him right there and then. She was going to tease him for longer and see how things went. Obviously Aston didn't let go of Alexis. His grip on her waist remained as she rubbed herself against him; trying to get out of the car.
Exhaling a heavy breath of air she told him, “This is sexual harassment.”
Aston smirked, grazing his lips airily across the crown of her head. “It's not if you're enjoying it baby.”
His hands went underneath her gray off the shoulder top. At that same time a camera went off from the top of a tree without them knowing.
“I'm not enjoying this in the slightest...”
“Well your body's telling me something different.” Aston mischievously brushed his thumb over the top of her bra. Alexis moaned, arching in his intimate touch. Then he slipped his hand underneath her bra making her moan even louder. He could feel the heat radiating from her which made him smirk again.
Alexis pushed his hand playfully away. “Later.”
A disagreeing growl escaped from Aston, “Now.”
He slid one of his hands up her back, and with a quick expert flick, he had her bra undone.
This time she slapped him hard on the face. “Aston!”
Instantly taking his hand off her, he rubbed his stinging cheek and pouted to show he was hurt. A scowl was cemented on his beautiful face as he opened the door for her to get out.
“Aw, are you upset with me Darling?” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck when she'd done her bra back up. Aston didn't say anything and got out, lifting Alexis up. When he placed her down he locked up the car and put his key in his back pocket.
Doubtfully looking at where his Lamborghini was stationed he asked, “Are you sure it's okay me parking here?”
Alexis nodded and laced her fingers with his. “Come on.”

Thirty Eight
“Give me a clue then.” said Aston as they ambled past an old abandoned tractor. They had been walking for just over five minutes and already he was trying to find out where they were going. Alexis swung her hand, making his also move upwards.
“Meow.”
“Meow?” He repeated in disbelief. “What sort of clue is that?”
She shrugged smiling angelically, “You're the one who wanted a clue.”
The fresh, clean air swirled around them; lazily transporting the sound of the birds happily chirping away nearby into their ear canals. He pointed out the deposit of cow dung that she was about to step in. Narrowly missing the excrement, Alexis paused in front of a wooden gate that stopped them from continuing on. She signaled for him to help her over the gate as she didn't have the longest of legs. At 5ft she looked small next to Aston who wasn't even exactly high in stature himself. But she was the perfect height for him. Cute and petite, even though she'd wallop him if he ever told her that. As primitive as it sounds, her height made him feel manly and superior. He liked that.

Finding Aston gazing at her Alexis sighed. He often did that weird staring thing and it really annoyed her. She gave up on asking for his aid and with much struggle she got herself over the fence. However as she made it to the other side she tripped over and landed palm first on the grass.
Snapping out of his trance, Aston climbed over the gate to see if she was alright. The land surrounding the grass was quite stony so she had scraped her hand. Alexis frowned down at the minor wound. She wasn't embarrassed about the trip; she just didn't like the sharp prickling sensation it had brought to her hand.
Gently, Aston took her hand in his and carefully dusted away the very small stones; making sure he didn't cause her further pain. With the edge of his t-shirt he dried the blood from her hand until it visibly appeared better. Then, he brought her hand up and tenderly kissed it with his lips as if that would magically heal the wound. To Alexis' amazement it felt less raw. The pain was gradually being replaced with lovely tingles that were a whole lot nicer.

He really was a gentleman, sometimes.

They carried on walking.
“Okay, give me another one.” Aston told her, referring to a clue for where her favourite place in the whole world was.
“Woof.” Alexis unenthusiastically replied as they casually strolled along a stony pathway. He still hadn't let go of her hand. Aston passed her a look, questioning her sanity as again she'd given him an animal noise.
They were outdoors so he had a feeling it was something to do with animals but that was about as far his thoughts went.
“It's something to do with animals...”
A smile emerged on Alexis' face and she said yes by a nod. After that she made an uncompleted triangle shape with her hands which led Aston to guess there was a house involved. The incredibly beautiful smile on her face grew even larger so he had clearly guessed right. He had two real clues now. Animals and a house.
Scratching the back of his neck, he tried to mentally suss out a link between the two words.
A house and animals.
House with animals.
A house FOR animals.
“Animal shelter!” Aston yelled animatedly pointing at her. His alluring brown eyes lit up with sheer excitement.
“Good job, Einstein.” Alexis playfully smirked as they approached the magnolia painted bungalow. In front of it was a small sign with an image of some animals saying: Foal Farm Animal Rescue Centre.
Trees fascinatingly grew towards the building in a curved way; almost making it seem as if it was the source of their sunlight. A strip of colourful plants in pots painted by nursery children on their visits to the centre lined around the bungalow. There was a little teak bench at its side in which a young blonde was sat in cradling a baby rabbit. It was all very picturesque. Taking in the natural surroundings Alexis grinned. This was a place she'd grown to love having been brought here often by Tara at a younger age. Whenever she came she assisted with the daily cleaning and feeding routine in the kennels. She sometimes groomed and fed the cats or did office work, painting or gardening... anything really to help the staff out.
It wasn't that she was paid or anything.... she did it because she wanted to.

Thirty Nine
Aston could already hear the dogs barking which alerted him greatly. He was absolutely terrified of dogs.
“So there's dogs in there, right?”
She nodded and raised an amused eyebrow at him, “Scared?”
He gulped. “Nah, I just wanted to know.”
Alexis nodded unconvinced. She could feel his palm start to get sweaty on the back of her hand. Leaving Aston to secretly worry she went over to the blonde girl at the bench. On the other hand Aston carried on stressing.
One dog was bad enough but a whole house of dogs?!
“Shit!” He loudly whispered, burying his hands into his pockets and kicking the pebbly stones on the ground.
He couldn't act 'chicken' in front of her. He was supposed to be Mr. Confident. The one who had the charm and was courageous not scared of tiny harmless dogs. Looking on in interest as Alexis crouched down, he smiled a little. She herself had things she was scared off...Drowning, falling in love... but the one that made him laugh uncontrollably was her unusual fear of 'Oompa Loompas'. The little orange men from the popular children's book and movie 'Charlie and The Chocolate Factory' made her spine 'tingle with terror'.
He heard her say, “Hi Carly. It's me, Alexis.”
The girl's head shot up in surprise. She didn't seem to be able to immediately locate where Alexis was. She appeared to look kind of dazed off, like she was staring off into space. When she had registered Alexis' presence her face expressed a genuine happiness.

~*~
Oh, she's blind, He thought when Alexis brought her to him minutes later. He now knew the reason why she'd looked so dazed at first.
“Carly there's someone I want you to meet...” Alexis said to the girl. Aston presumed she was the same Carly from over the phone call beforehand. She had thick blonde hair pulled back into a french plait, wide blue eyes and the cutest elfin ears.
“This is Aston, my-”
“-The love of her life.” He cheekily helped out, greeting Carly with a kiss on her right cheek. He hugged her like she was a longtime friend he was being reunited with.
Alexis rolled her eyes at how he had introduced himself. “If it makes you happy to think so, Aston.”
“It does actually.”
Carly giggled sweetly, her cheeks turning a rosy shade when his arm stayed around her. “You sound a lot like Aston from JLS!”
“What if I told you I was Aston from JLS?”
Carly gasped in surprise before she sang a verse of 'Close To You'. It was one of JLS' less known songs but it was her favourite. Having been born blind she had never seen a thing in her entire life. Music was her way of seeing the world and the enjoyment she got from caring for the shelter animals was beyond measure.
Aston carried on talking to Carly as the three of them made their way into the centre. There he was introduced to the staff who were practically family to Alexis. They all welcomed him with open arms; making Aston understand why Alexis loved the place so much. They cleaned out, fed, watered and checked the animals before spending the rest of the afternoon helping in the shop at Foal Farm. Overall it was a good experience for him as he hardly got time to chill out and just enjoy the simple things in life. When Alexis tiptoed to dust the shelf he couldn't help but smile affectionately at her. As the day had progressed he was falling more and more in love with her. He was seeing her in a completely different light and perhaps with time she would become that special girl for him.

Forty
(Three months later)
Carrying a bouquet of beautiful claret roses and a gift wrapped box filled with white, milk and dark chocolate truffles; Aston made his way to Alexis' office. Whilst he jogged up the last couple of stairs that would lead him to the area where her office was, he thought about their first ever encounter. He'd been hiding under a desk trying to prevent himself from being caught in her office and she'd walked in.

Who'd have thought half a year later he'd be with the girl that purposely kicked him in the crotch repeatedly?

He quietly chuckled at the recollection of their other not-so-wonderful times together. Every kick, punch, yell...It hadn't always been easy but they were finally here. She'd given all herself to him, fully trusting that he'd never hurt her. And to Aston that was the best thing ever. Even when he was surrounded by crowds of screaming girls he found himself constantly thinking about being with her. He loved watching her because she was so cute. He'd spend less time with his friends just to have her with him. Whenever she kissed him, all of a sudden, everything was okay. She was the first person he would call when he was down because just hearing her voice was enough to cheer him up. He'd often be up at night on the phone to her. And it didn't matter if he fell asleep because all it meant was that he would be dreaming of her. Although he hadn't told her yet, he truly loved her.

He was in love with Alexis Raphael.

The way she made him feel was indescribable, it was magical.

Upon freeing his left hand Aston clasped the door handle and gently pressed it down to open the door. He knew Alexis would be busy with work so he didn't want to distract her, much. Possibly they'd just have a quick smooch before he had to go back to the others. He was ravenous for her delicious taste having being away from her all weekend. What he saw when he set foot in the room shocked him to the core of his being. The box of chocolates and bouquet of roses left his hand, landing on the vinyl office floor instantly. Stood before him was an olive skinned girl who he vaguely recognized; pointing a handgun at Alexis. At first he thought, Nah, it's probably a prank or something. But when he saw the violent tears gushing from the girl's eyes he knew it wasn't a joke... It couldn't possibly be a joke. His heart plunged frightfully into his chest; banging loudly and at a ridiculously fast rate.

Alexis was scared.
She was stood stiffened not knowing what to say or do. Her fair, blemish-free face was more pale than normal; clenched in consternation by her side were her hands. They gripped the hem of her black and white print dress. Her legs on the other hand were shaking in a berserk manner; her heart battering against her ribcage with utter fear. Knowing the gun was loaded increased her worry. She had no idea how a teenager had gotten hold of such a deadly weapon. On her way to get a document printed in the photocopy room, the girl burst into her office. How she'd gotten in the building Alexis didn't know but what she did know was that the girl's dangerous threat was serious. This wasn't just a fan pissed off online with Aston dating. She was physically present, pointing a loaded gun at her head, obviously extremely angry... Angry to the point that she could kill..Would if things went bad! They had been in this state for almost over an hour. Alexis begged for her to drop the gun, her voice was uncharacteristically timid. Pleading was all she could do really at that point. Flickering her green eyes to the door where Aston was stood; she could feel her heart rate decrease a little. He was here so her fright level dropped at about fifty percent. She hoped he would be able to get help before things took a turn for the worse.
The girl didn't seem to be aware of his presence. “Why is Aston with an ugly cow like you?”
Alexis wasn't sure whether or not she was supposed to answer the question so she remained silent.
“I've loved him since The X Factor. I always wait outside ITV to meet him and the others whenever I can. I've got all the merchandise, I buy all their music. I go to any gigs they do near my area, I know all their songs off by heart, I send them gifts and letters all the time!”
Continuing her bitter outburst at Alexis, the girl kept the silver gun aimed at her. “What have you done? Who the f*** are you anyway to be with my Aston?! You're just the stupid bitch who got lucky 'cause her dad works in his label!”
“Babe put the gun down.” Aston finally said in a firm tone. The girl cautiously looked away from Alexis to him. Her baby blue eyes grew soft with affection and her tears flowed more intensely. Now he could see her face fully Aston knew he'd seen her face somewhere before... In suspicion he squinted at her, biting the inside of his left cheek until it started bleeding as he tried to put a name to her face.
It was Katie – a pretty brunette he and the boys had met numerous times outside the ITV studios. The way she was acting was a completely different person to the sweet, innocent teenager in an oversized blue JLS hoodie he knew her as.
“We'll sort this out just please, put it down.” His beautiful brown eyes desperately pleaded to her. “We can talk for as long as you want babe, just the two of us.”
Then, just when Katie was thinking of taking up his offer; she spotted the chocolates and roses on the floor. The psychotic rage was yanked back into her with full force and this time it wasn't going anywhere.
“I don't get why you're with her, you should be with me!” She screamed at Aston in frustration, carelessly waving the gun up and down. “You told me you love me and all she's doing is taking you away from me... Can't you see that?! She doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you!”
In a croaky voice Aston commanded, “Put the gun down, Katie.”
The moment he said that Katie's hands tightened on the gun. It was almost like she'd suddenly remembered she was still holding it. With her teary voice she told Aston that she loved him which was the reason why she was going to kill Alexis. His stomach churned in horror, it was like his insides had collapsed. He shook his head stubbornly and glanced at his girlfriend. He knew if he didn't act quick she'd be in danger. He loved her so much that he'd jump out to protect her; he'd die for her if that's what it took. Seeing Katie pull back the trigger he threw himself in front of Alexis. An almighty bang could be heard all over the Epic Records label building.

Immediately, Aston's body was hurled to the ground by the force of the bullet's impact into his chest. Alexis had been pushed out of the bullet's direction to a nearby desk which her back hit.
In horror the gun dropped from Katie's hand with a loud thud. “I-I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to.”
“You idiot!” roared Alexis as she got up from the floor. She wanted to yank Katie's hair, beat her up, make her feel the pain that she felt but it would be pointless... Anger was what led them to the situation they were in in the first place. The ache she felt in her back couldn't possibly measure up to how Aston would be feeling as he rolled on the floor in agony. Blood from where the bullet had hit was pouring out at a fast rate. A major blood vessel had been hit which meant that if she didn't stop the rapid flow of blood soon he would die. As she told a sobbing Katie to get help, she ran over to Aston. She needed to stop his bleeding so she ripped off his shirt; the buttons popped off into every corner of the room. She could see very visibly where the bullet had gone through his chest and it made her cry, it was almost as though she felt his pain. With his shirt scrunched up she pressed on the area, praying it would control the bleeding.

~*~
Endearingly, Aston stroked Alexis' arm lying on his bare chest. “I've never heard you sing.”
“That's because I'm terrible at singing.”
“Sing something for me, I want to hear your voice.” He gazed up and stared into her eyes, feeling his heart rate immediately start speed up than it already was.
Alexis shook her head in protest, “No.”
“Please babe.” He fluttered those dark, gorgeous lashes of his at her in the most adorable way. She rolled her eyes with amusement and asked what song he wanted. Then he told her, 'Never Let You Go' by Justin Bieber.
“Are you kidding me?!”
Weakly Aston shook his head and winked at her, “Come on babe, I'll sing it with you.”
“It's like an angel came by and took me to Heaven...”
Alexis smiled faintly and carried on where he'd left off, “Cause when I stare in your eyes, it couldn't be better...”
Together they sung, his velvety voice leading for most of the song. Although Alexis wasn't the best singer in the world, she still sounded beautiful to him and the singing did help him a little.

After the initial adrenaline had kicked in and died down, Aston's chest started to hurt like hell. Alexis could see and feel his chest rising up and down quicker each time; his breathing rate got heavier and less controlled.
“The ambulance is on its way now.” She informed him, delicately running her thumb across her cheek to comfort him.
“I'm dying.”
“No you're not.” Alexis nearly erupted in tears, resting her forehead against his and whispering, “You can't die.”
Aston softly said, holding her hand on his face, “I love you, Lex.”
They shared the sweetest kiss, filled with a passion like no other, their tongues slow dancing together for the last time. She could feel as his tongue gradually moved more weakly. He was battling to continue the kiss but his body wasn't letting him. He was quickly slipping away from her. Alexis could hardly breathe, she felt like her heart had been wrenched out of her chest. In the short time they'd been together he had become her world, the one she always wanted to be with forever. The feelings she had for him had gone past lust... She had never felt so intense with a guy as much as she did with Aston. Her grieving tears continued falling to his face and wetting his cheeks as she held him securely in her arms. He'd taken a bullet for her, the most romantic and selfless thing anyone had ever done for her. He'd put her safety first but in the process thrusting himself in harm's way. Aston's lips stopped moving with hers, signaling the end of his life. She caressed his caramel-brown face; taking in the gorgeous yet masculine features she'd fallen madly in love with. He looked so alive, almost like he was just in a deep sleep. Alexis' eyes filled up with more tears and she cried sadly. His blood had fully infiltrated his shirt and was now running down to her lap. It was slowly filling all around them, making it as though they were an island. An island surrounded by nothing but death and despair. She needed her charming, slightly cocky and most significant of all, deeply courageous boyfriend back. But it was too late, he was gone.
“I love you too.”
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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:53 am

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Mad About the Boy

One
Grazing my warmish body against the bumpy rock surface he begins to leave a trail of tantalizing kisses on my collarbone. It’s the best feeling ever. I softly moan and jerk, habitually tangling my fingers in his wild brown hair, my bare feet sink a little in the grainy white sand. My eyes flutter open to observe the utterly perfect horizon before me. Deeply, I inhale the fresh seawater air so it fills my lungs and exhilarates me. The light wind blows gently around me as my fingers move down his chest, tracing swirly patterns on every single one of his rock-hard abs. I pull him up so we’re directly facing, my hands edging further down his torso. I brush my lips against his and just as he’s about to make the kiss more passionate I pull away which I know will drive him mad. Impatiently he seizes my lips with an earth-shattering kiss. I respond and soon enough it becomes a war of tongues. Something annoyingly vibrates in my shorts moments later, halting our kiss. I whip the phone out and scroll through the 1032148013948 texts from my parents, all ordering me to come home. I look at him feeling sad even though we’re meeting up tomorrow for a day of doing… well absolutely nothing. It’s what summer is all about, isn’t it? Maybe we’ll go to Carla’s late night barbeque later on, who knows? All that matters is that I’ll be with my boyfriend, Pierre - who I don’t usually see much of because he goes to Uni in a different city.
He grins beautifully as his light brown skin glows in the focus of the bright midday sun. “What’s up?”
“My parents want me home,” I say miserably.
“Hallelujah” he cheers teasingly, his eyes twinkling in the most comical way.
“Hey!” I exclaim, going for a light punch which he stops and uses it to tug me from the rock. The sun happily beams down on us as we stroll off together, his arm affectionately around me. He cheekily places his hand on my bum and I move it back up. With my arm wrapped around his waist and my head leaning on his chest, we walk past a couple of guys yelling and sprinting back and forth as they play Frisbee.

Two
“You're dumping me in England for the whole summer?!” I shout at my parents, finding it very difficult to believe what I've just heard them say. Mama sighs as she neatly folds the letter and places it on the spotless granite worktop.
“We're not dumping you, don't be so over-dramatic.”
I'm left furious at her reply. I can't believe they've signed me up for some stupid exchange thing. “Over-dramatic? I'm been f***ing over-dramatic?!”
“Halle don't speak to your mother like that” Papa finally says. He's been silent the whole time, leaving Mama to tell me the good news. I roll my eyes and the room goes all quiet as I search the cupboards for any leftover chocolate croissants. Once I find the box I help myself to a few, jump on the counter and start a stare off with my parents. I quickly get bored so I start banging the table purely because I know they hate it.
“Stop doing that.”
“Oh, is my drumming annoying you?” I inquire in a sickly sweet voice, fluttering my lashes at them. I bang the table even harder which makes Papa mutter an answer in my direction.
“Good because now you know what your constant interfering does to me!”
They tell me to stop making so much noise but I ignore them. As I eat a croissant I swing my left foot so it hits the counter. The thudding gets louder each time.
“Halle stop it!” Mama yells like she's had enough of me. She throws her apron off and hurries out of the room almost in tears. Well I've had enough of her, I've had enough of the both of them.
I roll my eyes and flash Papa a cheeky grin. “And she calls me over-dramatic?”
“It's all sorted out now. We've booked your ticket and you're departing tomorrow. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about how to treat your parents.” He says before he starts to exit the kitchen.
“Too bad I'm not going.” I mutter under my breath but loudly enough so he hears me. Papa glances back at me with a disappointed expression on his face.
Tiredness creased on his brow as he lastly replied, “Oh you are Halle.”

Three
“Halleeeeee!” One of the twins excitedly shouts, dragging the blanket off my dozey body. Without opening my greenish-brown eyes I groan, pulling it back on me and it somehow becomes a tug of war. Henri and Henrietta tugging it from me while I yank it back, wanting to get back to sleep to finish off my dream. I'm at the part when Zac Efron sweeps me off my feet and tells me I'm the girl he wants – not Vanessa.
Having gained back possession of the blanket I turn to my side and a contented sigh escapes from me. I'm just about to nod off when Henri starts jumping up and down on the bed. I can feel Etta's small hands tickling my foot which I am not in the slightest amused by.
How can they be hyper so early in the morning?
This is the exact reason I need a lock for my room. If it's not Etta drawing smiley faces on the wall then it's Henri using my bras as parachutes for his toy soldiers. I mean, I'm seventeen and I don't even have my own personal space...
“Mama, Halle not getting up!” Henri yells as he stops bouncing and dives head first onto me. Although he's half my size he still manages to suffocate me. From underneath my blanket I can feel him bashing me on the head. I rip the blanket off for a split second, sticking my middle finger up before I go back to sleep. “Mama, Halle making bad finger!”
“Halle stop making rude gestures at your brother.” Mama bluntly replies from her bedroom which is right next to mine – how convenient. I don't know why this is any of her business... It's not like she's the one being tormented by the the annoying brats.

~*~
At the top of her voice Etta starts singing a nursery rhyme - if you call sounding like a strangled cat singing.
That's it.
“I'm flushing you two down the toilet!”
With a look of fury engraved on my face I haul them off my bed, carrying a twin in each hand.
“Noooo!”
They repeatedly shriek for my parents, kicking their legs high in the air. I still have my grasp on them as I move through the hallway. It's hard work but I'm determined. Just as I arrive at the bathroom entrance Papa decides to make an appearance.
“Put the twins down.” He calmly says, without a hint of emotion in his square face and brown eyes.
Henri and Etta continue squirming in my hold but I'm still not letting go.
“I've told them to keep out of my room but they won't listen.”
“Put the twins down, Halle.” He says in a much firmer tone. I make an angry sound as I release them. They poke their tongues out at me before scurrying away to 'help' Hilaire out downstairs. At twenty one Hilaire's the older of us four. We share birthdays but we're nothing alike.
I'm loud, she's quiet.
She's tall, I'm not so tall... Okay I'm a midget.
She's really slim and I have curves that Pierre always tells me he loves.
Like the twins she has cinnamon-red hair whilst mine is naturally brown and it's wavy. Mama refused to speak to me for days when I cut my 'beautiful brown locks' for a severe dark blonde crop. I prefer it this way, it's less hassle.
Even our skin tones are different! She has Mama's lily-white complexion whilst I'm darker. If you haven't met Papa then you'll probably think I'm adopted.

“Urgh! I hate this family.” I say in a frustrated voice to Papa, “Why did you and Mama decide to have more children?”
At that same time Pierre starts jogging up the wooden staircase, looking handsome in a sleeveless yellow t-shirt and jersey shorts. His loosely curled brown hair looks adorably messy as always. Hey, I'm not with him because of his hair.
He's here to say goodbye before I go to England. Don't think I've become obedient daughter overnight, the only reason I'm going is 'cause I have no choice. The new motorbike I'm supposed to be getting for my birthday is at stake and nothing, I repeat nothing, will come in between me and my XV1900A Yamaha. I've even planned the design and how big I want the handlebars...

This summer is going to be CRAP.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the English and their awful weather and their odd combination of fish and chips with yucky mushy peas... It's just I could be having an awesome time here in France instead.
The funny thing about all this is that I can't even speak English. I refuse to learn how to speak it. It's slowly creeping its way into our everyday life which I find completely ridiculous. I mean, if I wanted to hear people using silly English phrases then I'd go and live in England.
I stroll over to the banister and casually lean over it, watching my boyfriend make his way up the stairs.
Although I'll miss Pierre loads, I'm used to being apart from him for long periods of time so it won't be too bad. We'll Skype for hours and I'll send him postcards and stuff. He pauses to say hi to the twins, kissing Etta's forehead and ruffling Henri's hair. Then he glances up and gives me the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile, making the butterflies in my stomach go wild.
“Breakfast is in half an hour. Make sure you're there or you won't have anything to eat before your train journey.” Papa says from behind as I bite my bottom lip at Pierre, ready to leap into his arms the second he escapes from the brats.

Four
With my black suitcase trailing behind, I get off the Eurostar. I ignore my stomach loudly grumbling out in hunger and look ahead with a melancholic expression. Maybe some nice English café owner will have pity and give me free food - Yeah right.
I know I should have had some breakfast but I got so carried away with Pierre. I'm totally regretting the hour or so we spent kissing... The second I was ready in my olive green sundress and a pair of flip flops - yes, I'm wearing flip flops on public transport - Papa whisked me away to the station. I didn't even have enough time to grab my make up bag so not only will I have a rubbish time, I'll look terrible doing it. Whilst I drift along in the sea of people, I begin to wonder what the host family are like. Mama said a guy named Conor is going over to France for the exchange so I'm guessing he must have extremely irritating parents like me... I hope they're not a bunch of hippies that dress in bell bottoms and go around hugging trees; saying things like 'groovy' and 'keep the peace, man'.

Oh God, what if they are?

In all honesty, I think this 'Conor' guy is real lucky. He gets to spend an amazing summer in France with my at times sane family when I'm here in boring wet England. In fact, I bet it's raining heavily outside now even though this is July. All I can see is suits as I amble along the platform; trying to find my way to the information desk to ask for help. Plain suits, striped suits. Gray suits, black suits. Just suits. People rushing around me to get out of the platform, out to their various places of work as its still quite early. It's mad really. No one pays attention to the French midget dragging a mammoth suitcase.

~*~
I've only been here for ten minutes and already I'm bored out of my brains. My host family don't know I've arrived so instead of pointlessly waiting, I've decided to take matters into my own hands and find my way to Peterborough. I'm sure it's within walking distance or something from London so I'll get there quickly but first...food! The delicious smell of freshly baked pastries unhurriedly wafts up my nose as I walk on the chewing gum littered pavement. Releasing a deep sigh, I glance in the direction of where the smell is coming from. My inquire for directions earlier was futile as although I'd said 'Bureau de change', somehow I feel like the boy at the desk wasn't paying attention to what I'd said. He just stared with his mouth wide open like he'd never been talked to by a girl. I don't get why the English don't just use the Euro currency like everyone else... It would make things so much easier. The weather's alright, I suppose. It's not exactly Californian sunshine but it's warm, the sun's out a little and most importantly of all, it's not pouring with raining. I carry on walking, in hope that I'll find somewhere to convert my euro notes to pounds before I die of hunger. Eventually, I see the words 'Bureau de change' painted on a medium sized board next to a shop called 'Luigi's Sandwich Bar'. A stocky middle aged man is sat outside the shop, sipping a hot beverage and reading the day's paper. He hears me approaching and looks up from his paper with a warm, friendly smile on his face.
“Bureau de change?” I ask in an animatedly hopeful voice, pausing when I get in front of him.

Five
Flicking through a food magazine, I stuff my mouth with more bacon sandwich. Yum. It's not that I have a special interest in cooking, I just need something to occupy myself with whilst I await the arrival of my host parents. The minute I'd spoken to Luigi - the shop owner - he'd somehow figured out I was French and aided me in contacting both my parents and host family. All the same, I want to make my own way to Peterborough. I want the chance to explore the place I'll be spending all summer in myself. But it looks like I won't be doing that. Papa's given Luigi strict instructions not to let me out of his sight. In fact, he's stood in front of a delivery truck watching as two other men offload the truck, glancing in my direction every fifteen or so seconds (I know, I've been counting). To be honest, I'm not even sure what Papa thinks will happen to me if Luigi takes his eyes off me... Just as I get my things fully ready, a green seven seater car parks up adjacent to the shop. My heart leaps due to two contrasting feelings, happiness and worry. It's the moment of truth. Time to see if this host family are the bunch of hippies I'm so hoping they won't be.
To my utter relief a 'normal-looking' woman in three quarter jeans and a plain blue t-shirt gets out of the car. She's of a small build with darkish brown hair and smiling eyes an icy blue shade. She seems nice, I think to myself. After smoothing down my sundress I wait with an innocent smile painted cheerfully on my face. Getting positive comments from my host family is another criteria for my bike so I have to make a good impression. The moment she reaches me she says 'hello' with the biggest hug ever, lifting me off the ground. I'm left flabbergasted by her strength as I'm bigger than her. It's a nice welcome all the same, very different to what I'd expected. Thankfully, she's fluent in French which means communication won't be too much of a struggle.
“Hi, you must be Mrs Merrygold.” I say, twiddling my thumb as she puts me back down.“I'm Halle, your exchange child from France.”
She replies something that makes me cringe. “Aren't you just the cutest! Call me Siobhan. You don't seem like you'll be much trouble.”
I keep on smiling, knowing Mama's probably filled her in with my not-so-cute behaviour. Most of the time I don't mean to act the way I do. It's just the result of living with two meddling parents and the brats, disastrously matched with my quick temper. Mrs Merrygold continues to talk as we make our way to the car, asking about my nonexistent love for England. I totally don't know where she got that information from. Anyway, I try to answer her questions the best I can (with quite a substantial number of lies) We put my suitcase away in the boot and enter the car.
“This summer is going to be the best you've had!” She tells me, pleasantly beaming as she starts the engine up. I hope she's right.

~*~
Turns out Peterborough's more faraway than I thought it would be. It's actually an entirely different city. As we cruise along the not very busy motorway lane, Siobhan and I carry on talking. From what I've found out she has three children, Conor, Courtney and Aston. Aston, her eldest, was supposed to be at football camp this summer but he's sprained his ankle. Conor's the one that's over in France for the exchange and he has a strong interest in French art. And then there's Courtney, her only daughter, who apparently can't wait to meet me. She did a GCSE in French so she'll be my 'guide' for the holiday. She's planned things for us to do for the month I'll be in England. I suppose things will be less boring as she's only a few months younger than me. Siobhan works in a secondary school and recently started a French night school which I applaud. Working day in and day out, teaching people how to cook or speak in French is something I know I'll never have the patience to do. Her husband, Orjan, works as a policeman in the local police force and he's away on training. It's good to know the whole family is normal.

Six
Just as Siobhan parks the car in front of a medium-sized terraced house, I unbuckle my seat belt. From the outside it's really neat with a manicured front garden and a black gate that leads to their garage and an extra parking area. Letting myself out of the car, I breathe in deeply, taking in not only the air but the feel of the area. For some unknown reason it feels natural being here, like this is a place I'm familiar with. Other than the boy on a scooter there's no one outside. Stretching my arms out and standing on tiptoes, I yawn. I'm still a little tired from being deprived of sleep by the brats. Speaking of the brats, I wonder what Conor thinks of my family...
My hand hits the firm surface of car by accident, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Ow!”
“Everything alright?” inquires a concerned Siobhan. She opens the car boot to bring my case out. I tell her I'm okay before going over to help her. After all it is my suitcase. When Siobhan unlocks the front door she stoops to pick up the newly posted letters from the laminated floor.
“Come in sweetie.” She says walking further into the house with the post as I'm still stood outside. Grimacing at the name 'sweetie', my feet pull the rest of my body into the entrance hall. Mrs Merrygold doesn't say anything about me removing my footwear but I do it anyway to be polite. Then I follow her into the guest room which is where I'll be staying. It's neat but not for very long!
When I've stored my suitcase away and rung my parents to update them; Mrs Merrygold begins to show me around the house. I know there's three floors so I'm assuming the kitchen and living room is on the first floor. We start off on ground floor where there's a study next door to the guest room. Also there is a toilet and a very compact storage area which I can only see because the door has been left ajar. We go outside to the garden which has a decking area. As we go down two wide stairs unto the well-kept grass, my eyes light up with happiness. They have a pool! A huge one for that matter...
I see a few deck chairs and a barbeque island and embarrassingly enough; my mouth begins to salivate just thinking about grilled food. At the very end of the garden is a wooden shed and a goalpost up against the fence. Siobhan tells me that's where the boys hang out. I can't play football nor video games to save my life so it looks like I won't be going around there much. We go back in to look around the rest of the house. Mounted on the lightly painted wall along the stairway photographs of the family all through through the years. But the one that catches my eyes is one of a cute looking girl with braided hair holding hands with a brown-skinned boy that is a few years older than her. The girl looks about five or six years old. They both have dark cocoa hair but the girl's eyes are the same shade as Siobhan's whilst the boy's are a deep chocolate brown. The cute, cheesy smiles visible on their small faces are quite adorable and I coo mentally, grinning at it.
“That's Courtney and her older brother on hoilday in South Africa.” Siobhan proudly informs, noticing me staring at the photo.

Shortly after the house tour Siobhan went to pick up some groceries, leaving me alone - well Aston's home but he doesn't count as he's asleep. It's dead quiet so I'm careful not to turn the T.V up too much. I can't understand any of the English shows which is why I've stuck to watching music videos on a channel called Viva. Just as a Lady Gaga song ends I hear someone unlocking the front door. The chirpy tones of teenage girls talking is what I hear followed by someone calling for Mrs Merrygold. Feet then amble up the carpeted stairs and I'm no longer by myself in the living room. Stood at the doorway with amiable expressions on their faces are three girls. I recognize one of them as Courtney but I don't know who the other two are.

Her friends maybe?

Courtney's pretty, round face brightens even more as she greets me a loud hello. I give her a meek wave from the sofa, not bothering to get up. They all come and give me hugs before settling beside me. Courtney on my left and her friends on my right. The girls introduce themselves to me.
“I'm Lydia.” The girl with curly auburn hair next to me says. Her hair is the silkiest looking I've ever seen and it's tied back in a low ponytail. Even in shorts and a t-shirt she looks like someone that's just stepped out of French Vogue with her red lips and big blue eyes.
“Beth...” The friend with a nose piercing casually tells me, chewing a piece of bubblegum. “...Beth Pacan.” She's actually beautiful. With dyed black hair, lightly tanned skin and emerald green eyes that reflect her mood (which at this time is happy).
“Siobhan's daughter, Courtney. But you can call me Court, everyone does.” Says Courtney at a really quick rate, still beaming with a smile. She's the tallest out of the three. The three of them look completely different but they're as gorgeous as each other. And it makes me a little self-conscious, actually. It's times like this I miss having long hair. Back home I don't have any real friends. I'm not a loner or anything like that, I do have people I hang out with... I just don't really go out of my way to make friends. I'm a little cold, I guess. It takes a long time for me to like someone so the fact that I'm already warming up Courtney and her friends is shocking. They speak quite good French, I'll admit. It makes me wish I could speak a little English as they're the ones making all the effort. For the next hour or so we carry on chatting. They ask me questions about myself and I ask them what summertime in England is like.

Seven
We're up in Courtney's room talking about hot male celebrities, me of course sighing when Zac Efron is mentioned. Although I have a boyfriend, even so I can appreciate a hottie when I see one. Somehow the conversation has strayed from celebrities to boys in general.
“Have you met Aston?” Lydia asks putting some shiny gloss on my lips. The most crucial make up items a girl should always have are lip gloss, foundation, blush and mascara - as she so kindly informed me earlier. Fortunately I have quite full and long lashes so I don't use much mascara. My lack of make up on this holiday shocked Lydia so she's testing out her lip gloss on me. Just to see what goes with my skin tone so I at least have something to use before we go out shopping. She's quite make up savvy despite the fact that she can go without it and still be flawless. She's so perfect but she doesn't seem to actually know it. Just like everyone she has her own insecurities, something I find very hard to believe. I waggle my head, smacking my lips together when she's done. Surprisingly it suits me as I can see in the mirror.
“Ah, he's a babe...” Her voice is soft with affection leading to me asking if they're going out. “No, it's just too close to home... Imagine how awkward it would be around here if we fell out or something? And he's a bit of a player, he doesn't like being tied down to one girl. ”
“He's basically like family so it'd be wrong.” Beth adds in without looking up from texting on her phone. “But he's sexy... Even though I'm with Oritsé.” From what she told me earlier Oritsé is her boyfriend and a close friend of Aston's.
Lydia giggles in glee, taking her hair out of the ponytail.“Sex god!” She streaks her fingers through it like a brush, disentangling invisible knots.
“Can we talk about something other than how hot my brother is?” Courtney says in an amused tone, rolling her eyes at her friends. She dances over to a black CD player and bends to tune the radio to another music station. I'm not all that bothered about this Aston guy but he sounds quite the charmer. Lydia looks satisfied with my freshly glossed lips.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Halle?” All the girls look at me with interested expressions registered on their faces.
I nod as a wide smile immediately takes over my face. “His name is Pierre.”
“Aw, what does he look like?” Courtney inquires as she plops down next to me on the bed. Her icy blue eyes are filled with curiosity.
“He's tall and very handsome with light-brown skin and brown hair.” I tell them nervelessly, thinking of how much I adore Pierre. “He's in Uni.”
“Ooh, Uni ay?” Beth grins as she winks her left eye. “I like older guys.”
Courtney nods in agreement at her finishing sentence, “Boys our age are soooo immature. I wish I had a boyfriend.”

The door handle is pressed down and a head peeks in. It's the boy from the picture. Older but I know it's him. The once adorable features of his face are now chiseled and manlike. And he's grown too – obviously.
His brown eyes skim around before setting on me for some seconds. The look on his face indicates that he's mentally trying to figure out who I am. I think Courtney tells him as I then hear my name and the word 'France' mentioned. I don't know what they're saying as it's in English. With the door open a little more I can see him fully. He's in a tight vest, grey jogging bottoms and neon pink socks, holding crutches under his armpits. I'm guessing that's what he uses to move around with the sprained ankle. Lydia says something to which he replies with just one word, grinning like a child that's been caught stealing candy. This makes Beth throw an espadrille at him. Laughing with restraint, he quickly dodges to avoid the sandal slapping him in the face. Beth then jumps up from the floor to chase him out but instead slips over landing face first; causing everyone (including me) to break into a fit of giggles.
“What did he say?” I inquire out of interest when Aston leaves. Courtney shakes her head still giggling a little and tells me not to worry.

Eight
Aston's P.O.V
At the same time as my eyes flash open a smile spreads across my face. It's Thursday morning which means the French chick will be here. Rolling over to the edge of the bed; I whip my phone off the bedside cabinet and take my crutches off the wall. Now steady on my foot with my hands on the grips I move over to the closet to grab a vest to wear. Believe me when I say that using crutches to get around isn't as easy as it looks. So I can open the door I free up my left hand, supporting my body weight by balancing on the right. I switch the light on and pick a vest.. Not just any white vest: CK. There's a reason though - they show my muscles off nicely. I've been training hard at the gym to get my body to how it is, lean but muscular. Nothing bad about wanting to show off your best assets. If you've got it, flaunt it. Plus girls dig that kind of stuff. I care about my looks but I won't go as far as shaving my arms! Though they have gotten hairier than they were before...

Hardly moments after slipping the vest over my head I tap my phone on to find out where I'm supposed to meet up with Reesh later. Having a sprained ankle hasn't at all hindered me from having a social life. In fact, I go out more and whenever I do I get girls surrounding me wherever I go – more than normally. I guess the cast lures the ladies. All of a sudden even the coldest of girls become caring and sympathetic. It's like it brings out their nurturing personalities. The instant they spot me struggling they flock over to talk to me and see if I need any help. But hey, I'm not complaining. Being a teenage boy I take full advantage of it and crank up my flirting habits. It's not all that hard to meet, attract and get hot girls. Looks help but you need to be able to string two words together, make her melt without saying anything. Stand out from the crowd, make an impression.

Cheeky and Confident.

Girls LOVE attention so compliment her a little, listen to what she says... Be romantic but don't go Shakespeare. Like I could say to a girl, “You have a gorgeous smile.”, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'd go out with her. You just have to make her think you would. Give them the right amount of attention and you'll leave them wanting more. I love girls and girls seem to love me so it's a win-win.
I can't help that I can't stay faithful, I'm a young good-looking guy. Oritsé on the other hand thinks he's in love with Beth. The joker. He used to be just like me till Court introduced her to him. Now it's Beth this, Beth that. Guess that's what happens when you're head over heels for a girl. Complete rubbish if you ask me. It's a good thing I have the others although they're all away at camp this summer and I couldn't go because of my ankle. I don't want or need to be in an exclusive relationship. I have plenty of time for that when I'm older. Now is the time to have fun. I know one day I'll meet the girl that will knock me off my feet and make me want to change but right about now I'm enjoying life as it is.

~*~
Sneakily I put my ear up against Courtney's door to hear what the girls are gossiping about. Me, of course. Although it's in French. Probably practicing for when the French girl arrives. I hear Lydia burst into giggles before mentioning something sex-related. I've always known Lydia has feelings for me but I'll never do anything with her. Don't get me wrong, she's unbelievably beautiful and fun to be around. Nevertheless she's my little sister's best mate and I know I'd hurt her. Court would kill me.
Court speaks in a mock annoyed voice and the radio is tuned to another station. 'No Regrets' by Dappy comes on. My tune! I stand there bopping my head and lip-synching to the song; trying to understand what the girls are saying.

Okay, I can't make out what they're saying anymore...

Finally I open the door and curiously peek my head in to see what they're up to. Surprisingly it's not only Lydia, Court and Beth in the room. There's one more girl present that I don't recognize. I stare at her for a bit to see if I remember her face from somewhere but I don't. I'm sure I would remember if we've met before; her look is too unique for me not to. Smooth, dark honey skin and hazel eyes framed by luscious dark lashes. She has a blonde buzz cut which makes her just that more striking. Not every girl can pull that look off. Without her curves and gorgeous features she'd look kinda boyish, still fit though. Her forehead is creased just a tad and she's frowning. I didn't think a frown could be so sexy. Wow, I'm blown away. Imagine what she looks like when she smiles. At this point I'm hook, line and sinker befuddled and it's not just because I don't know who she is. If all girls are this exotic looking in France then I know that's where I need to spend summer next year at. Beach balls, bikinis, beer...
“Ast, this is Halle. She arrived from France early this morning.” A smiley Courtney said pulling me out of my fantasy. Knowing Court she's probably already become good friends with her. I unclose the bedroom door more and Lydia informs me that she can't speak English and that she's staying here for a whole month.

Wait, who's Halle again?

Oh, the French chick that doesn't speak or understand any English. This is her first time abroad. She's oblivious to the ways of British teenage boys. And she's a bombshell.

This summer just got a whole lot more interesting.
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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:57 am

ASTON ONE SHOTS Smile

Ketchup, pasta and a whole lotta loving.
Dedicated to Husna oxo

He'd never actually paid any attention to me.
I was just the girl that lived in the apartment next door to his bachelor's paradise. Unnoticed and ignored. The only time I can recall any real communication between us was when my mail got delivered to him by accident. Even then I don't think he had a clue I was his neighbour. As everyone knows, the three things that obnoxious male celebs notice are: skimpy dresses, fake massive boobs and faces caked with too much make up.
And I sure as heck don't tick any of those boxes! So why one dull summer evening did Aston Merrygold choose to knock on my door?
Well truth is, I don't know and I probably never will know. But to think it all began with some pasta and a bottle of ketchup...

Waiting for Freddie in a new lace black dress, I run a hand through my hair. My darkish brown eyes glance over to the wall clock positioned right above the T.V. Ten past eleven, it says. Which means for the third time this week my date hasn't shown up. I don't even know why I give guys a chance... They're all the same. This one didn't even bother texting to save me the hassle of getting ready. Letting out a depressed sigh, I get up from the sofa and stroll to the expensive wine cupboard. Just as I'm about to search for a corkscrew, I hear a soft but audible tapping on the main door followed by someone clearing their throat. Normally, I wouldn't just open the door without checking first but it's as if there's an invisible magnetic field between the person at the other side and me... Gradually drawing me forward until finally, my thumb is on the fingerprint scanner, ready to open the door. To my utter bewilderment it's the last guy I'm expecting. No, not Zayn, Jonathan or Freddie. It's the guy I see all the time that isn't aware of my existence. The guy I secretly yearn to be wrapped up in the arms of...

Aston Merrygold.

In all his Bad Boy glory.

Is standing right outside MY door.

He's kitted out in raw baggy jeans and a stripped vest that shows off his pretty muscly tattoo covered arms. He's holding a bottle of ketchup and I have no idea why he's wearing sunglasses indoors... It's not like paps have the chance to lurk around in the corridor. Our building has more security than freaking MI5 and there are cameras EVERYWHERE. I guess that's the price for having a dad who's the heir to a massive oil company out in Saudi Arabia. Regardless of how rich my family is, I'm still quite normal. I don't live a lavish lifestyle like my older sister does. But of course, I've been forced to stay in an apartment in one of London's poshest areas. You really don't want to know how much it costs to own a property here. It's quite ridiculous – in my opinion.
Anyway, back to talking about the vision of perfection before me. From the corner of my eyes I can see Hammed looking on in interest from his post. I bet he's laughing on the inside at how stupid Aston looks with those shades.
“Can I help you?” I quietly ask, leaning against the doorway with my arms folded across my chest. Already my heart races madly. That's just what being in his presence does to me.
“All I need to make some Tuna Pasta is some pasta...” He says with a totally serious expression. “If you have any spare.”
“Pasta?” I say, sounding confused as if I don't know what it is. Aston nods his head once, just once. I can't really see his eyes due to the sunglasses but somehow I know they're emotionless towards me.
“Um, no.” I can't even remember when the last time I ate pasta was. “I don't think I have any, sorry.”
“It's fine.” He moves closer in and I take a step back away from the doorway, staggering slightly. “I wanted something else anyway...”
At this point my heart is working at such a fast rate, I won't be surprised if it explodes in my chest. Taking off his sunglasses and storing them in one of his jeans pocket, he proceeds. I do the complete opposite and I'm made aware of the fact that we're in my living room because my back hits a shelf. A frown appears on Aston's face as he roughly rakes his eyes down my slightly provocative outfit. I know he's stripping me down with his eyes. As he looks up, his burning gaze catches sight of my very worried face. He grins mischievously.

I don't know what the hell he's thinking so I ask, “What is it you want, Aston?”
“You.” He answers in almost a whisper. This makes me swoon a bit. It's a good thing there's a shelf behind to support me. “I want you, Husna. I've wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
I don't know what to do or say to Aston. In fact, I don't need to do or say anything. He knows exactly what to do. Tugging my arm he gets me closer to him and tilts my face up to his. He dips his head in and starts lightly kissing up my neck until he reaches my lips. His soft lips barely touch mine but it's enough to increase my blood temperature. My heart pounds loudly and without a steady rhythm, unsure of what his next move will be. Aston transports his lips back to my neck. There he harshly nibbles up and down it, biting hard on my skin. It hurts but I wrap my arms around his neck and tell him to continue. Without warning, he carries me off the floor and throws me down on the luxurious sofa. My dangling heels slip off my feet leaving me barefoot. We've left the main door open which means any of the guards could walk in but neither of us care. I look up into Aston's eyes, finding a little smile pulling at the corners of my mouth as I remember the ketchup. Teasingly, I run a hand down his arm, feeling every beautiful dip and his newly formed goosebumps. When I get to his hand I take the bottle; simultaneously using my other hand to feel up his incredible torso.
I murmur a command, unscrewing the cap of the bottle. “Take it off.”
Immediately he obeys, pulling the vest over his head like an overexcited puppy. We alternate positions, me on top and him lying back topless underneath me. As I squeeze a trail of ketchup from his upper neck to just above the waistband of his white boxers, he closes his eyes. Leaning forward, my black hair falls down to his face, tickling him a little. I can see his chest rising up and going down quickly as he smiles happily at me. Copying his smile I flick my tongue over his body, licking the ketchup off as I do so. My tongue tastes all the ripples of his abdominal muscles and I know he's getting turned on by it. I'm getting turned on by it! When I get to the waistband of his boxers he squirms a bit.
“That tickles Husna, stop!” He laughs adorably, seizing my arms and pulling me up to his face. His eyes are still shut. Then he runs his fingers through my hair as he starts to kiss me. Harder than before. My heart beat quickens and his yummy smell drives my insides wild. My hands wind tightly around his neck. His tongue slips into my mouth and he groans my name as I purposely bite his tongue. But that doesn't stop him, he tries again. I re-allow him entry into my mouth, letting him take the lead as our tongues carelessly entangle. He turns me over so he's gazing down on me. His eyes are the darkest, most dangerous brown I've seen, EVER. They cause shivers to run down my spine in an uncontrollable manner. The intense look he's giving me is like he wants to savour me but he's not certain he should.
I want him to. I can't take this any longer, I feel like my whole body's on fire.
“Aston, come on!” I almost yell out in frustration as I yank him by the belt to me. Quickly, my hands begin unbuckling his belt as if I'm afraid he'll go before I get what I want.
He chuckles to himself, tenderly tracing lines up my thigh. “Slow down babe. I'm here for you, all night.”
When his jeans and footwear come off I relax again, using my elbows to keep me up. His manly hands begin to stray all over my body; attacking at every piece of fabric covering it. Finally, he wraps an arm around my nude body in a securing way as he removes his boxers. I'm finally where I want to be and no other guy matters. Releasing a sigh from within, this time bursting with pleasure; I arch my back as his lips passionately cover mine...





Lucky
Dedicated to Emma oxo

Aston squeezed some minty paste to the bristles of his electric toothbrush. Next he inserted the brush into his mouth and pressed the on/off button. It was about three o'clock in the morning and as he'd been too tired to brush the night before, he'd woken up early to do it. Minutes later he was done. Smiling at the bathroom mirror; he inspected his teeth before rinsing his brush and returning it to its charger. Drying his mouth with a face towel he wandered back into the dimly lit master bedroom to find his wife still fast asleep. She was lying on her back with both arms up around the pillow whispering sweet nothings. Occasionally she had nighttime chatters with herself which he'd then tease her about the following morning. It was something she did whenever she was stressed which was the case at present. The worries, excitement, expectations those around had including the high standards she'd set herself. She compared herself to what she read up about and other new mums which led to her feeling inadequate. That she wasn't a good enough mother for their two-month old daughters, Erin and Rosie. That she wasn't doing things the right way. Even when she was deep in slumber she thought about them. The beginnings of a cry heard and already she'd be slipping on her silk robe; ready to attend to the needs of the baby/ies. And losing the pregnancy weight. The pressure to get back to her pre-baby body was even more intense as she was married to someone famous.
But Aston didn't see the need for Emma stressing. He thought she was completely beautiful, both on the inside and out. The way she was so caring, genuine and always put others before herself were just some of her attributes he loved. Whenever she smiled that wonderful smile and her greenish-brown eyes sparkled with glee he felt like the luckiest man alive. To have someone like her as his wife and the mother of his children because she was one in a million.

He strolled over to the two white oak cots at the far corner of their spacious room to check up on the twins. Thankfully they were both sleeping peacefully in their matching pink baby grows.
Although identical with slightly curly hair and light skin tones – features that would perhaps change as they got older, the babies had slight differences in their appearances. While Erin had Emma's dark chocolate locks, Rosie took after her Daddy with jet black hair and a cute button nose. Funnily enough Rosie was the quiet twin. She'd just lay there cooing and staring with those big adorable brown eyes. Erin although impatient was smiley and very vocal even at just two months. She mostly did the crying for both her and Rosie and loved attention.
Abruptly, one of the babies started to shift and wail; snapping Aston out of his trance. It was Erin.
He leaned over the cot rail to gently carry her out, taking a spare blanket as well.
Following a quick change of nappies and a check to see if she was comfortable; he ambled around to calm her down. Softly humming a lullaby he rocked her to lull her back to sleep. In a matter of moments Erin stopped crying, let out the littlest yawn and dozed off.
From behind a voice like honey chuckled. “Seems like Daddy has the magic touch.”
Still protectively cradling Erin in his arms, Aston turned around. A cheeky smile made an appearance on his face at once when he spotted Emma sitting up in bed with her head propped up against the pillows. His heart soared in his chest at how amazing she looked, she was glowing!
Snuggled further down into the warm duvet she said, “It'd normally take me longer to get her back to sleep.”
“What can I say?” He shrugged amused as he placed Erin back in her cot, “Even babies love me.”
“Well you're a very lovable person, Mr Merrygold.”
Aston bit his lip and dropped his right eye into a wink. “I love it when you call me that in bed.”
Emma laughed a little as he speedily slipped into his side of the bed. “Don't get any ideas.”
“We haven't done it in ages!” He moaned as he lovingly tucked her mid-length hair behind her ear. “Come on babe.”
Moving closer he placed kisses on her neck, simultaneously undoing the buttons of her silk pyjama top. Due to Emma's body insecurities they hadn't made love to each other since the birth of the twins. Aston loved her no matter what and hadn't put any pressure on her but he'd really missed the intimate times. Keeping his hands off her was a struggle for him.
He quickly got rid of the item of clothing leaving her slender upper body bare.
“It's only been two months...” Emma muttered as his tender kisses began to journey along her collarbone and then south to her chest. Great shivers of pleasure launched up her spine and her breathing quickened. He knew just how to drive her insides wild. In the end she gave in and tugged off his black Emporio Armani boxers.
Easing her pyjama bottoms down Aston murmured in a low voice, “You have no idea how much I've missed your body.” Feeling the defined muscles of his torso Emma smiled, grasped his face and kissed him deeply. When every article of nightwear was gone Aston positioned himself on top of her...
~*~
He listened to the sound of her gentle breathing, her heart beating next to his as she slept. Beside her hand was her head on his firm chest. Tracing music symbols on her waist he glanced at the cots and then at Emma, thinking just how lucky he was. He had the career he'd worked hard for, the good life he'd desired and the girl of his dreams.



The Cute Stranger
Dedicated to Tasha oxo

“Bye Dad!” Tasha yelled the moment she scoffed down the last of the peanut butter toast. It was her first day at the local sixth form and already she was running late. Quickly, she gathered up her thick brunette locks in one hand and secured it in place with a hair elastic. Over the holidays she'd tinged it with a purple dye, something she knew would be frowned upon at her new school. Being a strict Catholic secondary school, St Joseph's was lax with its sixth-formers but it still expected them to keep to the general rules. She fumbled for her house keys in the duskiness of the living room; wishing her dad could give her a lift. He'd promised to but a domestic problem involving a flooding dish washer meant he had to stay home.
“Have a good day, Tasha!” He shouted back from the island kitchen in his usual cheery tone.
As soon as Tasha found the keys she flung her retro messenger bag onto her shoulder and left. Her bus was on time which meant if she didn't get to the stop she would miss it. Hurrying past a red letter box, she remembered that her Oyster card was in the pocket of her other blazer. The mildly cool Autumn wind blew against her fair skin, making goosebumps appear. Much to the amusement of the middle-aged man watering his front garden she let out a cry of frustration. If she turned back now she'd surely be late. She swiftly composed herself and checked for spare change as she walked - well skipped - to the bus stop. To her utter relief there was a five pound note hiding at the bottom of her bag.

Upon sighting the '96' bus still waiting at the traffic light she slowed her pace. She was almost there and anyway there were quite a few elderly people present at the stop which would stall the bus. Following a quick glance at her watch for the time, she sighed. It was just after eight which meant she'd made it on time. Suddenly, the bus zoomed past the stop; completely ignoring the swearing kids and tutting seniors, both angry at what had happened. This was all pretty much strange to her, coming from a little village in Wales. Londoners seemed much more... harsher – if that was the right word to use. Sighing again she ambled along the chewing gum littered pavement. Her right thumb was hooked on the strap of her bag and the other on her blazer pocket. She was used to walking so that wasn't what the problem was. By bus the journey to school was only twenty minutes; a time which would obviously increase as she was walking now. A loud horn from behind beeped making her spin round in sheer curiosity. In the passenger seat of a black sports car was a cute boy of her age, unquestionably sexy in his smart casual attire. With looks like that he was surely a heartthrob. Mixed race with prickly black hair and the most mesmerizing shade of brown eyes. And he had the most magnificent smile Tasha had ever seen in her life; revealing his natural-looking pearly-white teeth. The window at his side of the car came down and he leaned his head out.
In a clear soft voice he asked, “Need a lift, Beautiful?”
“No. I'm fine, thank you.” She politely answered, taking her thumb away from the bag to her hair. Although very cute, he was a stranger. Tasha knew not to go anywhere with people she didn't know. Which here happened to be just about everyone apart from her dad. After giving the somewhat disappointed boy a small smile of gratitude, she carried on on her way.

~*~
Limping down the school corridors, Tasha tried to find the Art room. Not only was she very late she'd tripped over on an uneven pavement on the way in. This wasn't the way she'd imagined her first day would turn out.
An authoritative-sounding voice sharply scolded. “You're late. Classes started over forty five minutes ago.”
It was a male teacher, she presumed.
“Sorry, Sir.” Quietly said Tasha as she stared at the floor. She was about to explain why she'd been late when she heard a chuckle escape him. Anxiously, her pretty brown eyes darted up. To her shock it was the cute stranger from earlier, not a teacher. He was coolly leaning back on a wall with one foot propped up, eating a strawberry lace. Painted on his face was an infectious grin that instantly set her heart racing. Tasha felt her nerves from starting a new school die down from the genuine warmth the guy radiated.
“Most people my age call me Aston.” He casually informed with a wink. “You're not from around here, are you?”
She shook her head. “Wales.”
“Explains the accent.” Aston pushed himself off the wall. “So what class you looking for, Beautiful?”
“I'm Tasha.” She glanced down at her timetable. “Um, I have Art with Miss Weavis...”
He grimaced when she mentioned the name of the teacher; his mouth contorted in an ugly manner.
Tasha laughed a little at his funny expression, “What's the face for?”
Again he dropped his left eye into a wink. The absolutely gorgeous lashes on his eyelids fanned against his skin. “You'll find out real soon.”
They began making their way down the empty and quiet corridor together. Tasha still limping like a chicken with a missing leg.
“So...” She uttered, trying to break the silence. It wasn't awkward or anything, she just wanted to find out something. With mild amusement evident in his voice Aston copied her.
“Why aren't you in class?”
A smirk popped up on his caramel-brown face. “My uncle's the Head so I pretty much break every rule.”
“Cool.”
“Can I ask you a question?” inquired Aston as they turned a corner and went past a cloak room. For some unknown reason he sounded serious.
“Go ahead.”
“Why you limping?”
Her cheeks crimsoned and she broke her gaze on Aston. “I kinda tripped over on my way in...”
“Oh, right. Thought that's how girls walk where you're from.” He told her with a cheeky grin. They had reached the Art classroom. “Here we go.”
Readjusted her vibrant shoulder bag, she thanked him for showing her the room.
He sexily ran his tongue over his bottom lip and then winked. “See you around, Tasha.”
And with that he walked off as butterflies fluttered their way around Tasha's stomach. She found herself grinning happily as she applied weight on the door handle. Maybe things wouldn't be too bad at St. Joseph's.


Fiery Passions
Dedicated to Adrianna oxo

Breathlessly, Aston tugged his sleeveless vest over his head and took a long swig of his energy drink. Sweat slid down from his heated-up forehead to the defined plates of his tattooed shoulders as a result of his body trying to cool down. He threw a fleeting glance up to view Coach Will coming in his direction, beaming contentedly. It was clear that he was happy with the time Aston had sprinted the hundred meters in.
“Good job, son.” Congratulated Coach Will, briefly patting his perspiring back. “Keep this up and you'll be in a good place for the race next month.”
Aston nodded to show his understanding before bringing the transparent plastic bottle to his mouth for another gulp. His dehydration was due not only to the intense training session but the blazing sun in the unclouded sky above. Despite the fact that it was Sunday so he had a day off training, he'd decided to come anyway. He was intent on placing well in the upcoming contest plus it gave him a chance to bother Adrianna. Adrianna was the chocolate-skinned stunner he'd gotten to know over months of training at the sports centre. She too was a sprinter and would at times be required to train side by side with Aston, much to her dismay. She hated his often overly self-confident personality, how much of a flirt he was... In summary she hated his guts. And constantly made sure he knew. Adrianna herself wasn't the most amiable person and her outspokenness got on Aston's nerves. She never seemed to shut up and thought she was always right, even when she'd been proven wrong. But trapped deep down beneath all the hatred was another strong emotion. It was inevitable that the two young adults would develop amorous feelings for one another. And someday there would be an explosion of all those hidden feelings. Whether the outcome of them would be good or bad neither knew. Although she was petite Adrianna had physical assets that he often found himself checking out. He couldn't help it, he was a sucker for big bums and with that she was blessed. And she was very attractive looking with tightly curled brownish-black hair she always kept in a high ponytail, big innocent brown eyes and luscious lips.

Upon reaching the part of the track where Adrianna was doing her warm-up stretches, Aston grinned. Wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand he crept up behind her. He wanted to cause great alarm swiftly followed by annoyance to her. In her usual blunt manner Adrianna told him to go away without turning round as she could hear his approaching footsteps.
The mischievous grin on Aston's face couldn't have become more wider if he'd tried. “Hey, Cutie.”
A guy standing nearby sniggered at the nickname, making her face warm up slightly. She whipped her whole body around with the intention of hitting Aston where it would hurt him the most. “I have told you to stop calling me that.”
Then she decided not to let him think his lame attempt at making her angry had succeeded. With an emotionless face she finished stretching before jogging off in the opposite direction, not looking once back at him. Meanwhile Aston gazed on as though he'd been put into a trance; letting his russet-brown eyes absorb her toned yet feminine physique. In the red sports bra and tight black shorts she looked tasty. Tasty enough for him to- Wait no. What the hell was he thinking?!

He couldn't be seeing her in that way, could he?

Sure she was hot and single but nothing would ever happen as they felt antipathy towards each other. But he'd heard somewhere before that love and hate is in essence the same thing. Both very passionate emotions, capable of driving even the sanest of human beings crazy. Or could it be that he never actually hated Adrianna? Right from day one she'd shown no interest in him so maybe that was what he hated.
The fact that he wanted what he couldn't have because let's face it, she hated his guts.

Her dark hair bobbed as she made her way around the track at a controlled pace. Within moments Aston caught up with her.
“You know, you're pretty fast...” He lightly commented. To irritate her even further he took synchronized strides with her. Their Nike trainers simultaneously pounded on the hard running surface. “For a girl.”
Adrianna ignored him and carried on jogging.
“Why you gotta be so rude, Ri? Aston inquired in a mock hurt tone. “I paid you a compliment...”
“One, it's Adrianna, not 'Cutie' or 'Ri'. Two, you're a sexist pig who needs to be jailed for life or extradited to a country where the death penalty still exists.” She informed hotly, slowing her pace down. “And three, your compliment was stupid. How dare you say that?”
“Men are faster than women. I'm sure even someone as clueless as you knows that.” He simply replied with a slight frown.
“That's not the point.” Adrianna sharply retorted. At this point she'd halted the run and was now looking at Aston, appearing to be deeply confused. She put her hands on her hips. “And what do you mean clueless?”
Dispiritedly, Aston shook his head sideways. “Don't worry about it.” He stated, walking off with his running vest draped over his shoulder.
Fury zoomed against her face as he moved away. “Oh no, don't you dare walk away from me, Aston! Get back here!” She yelled furiously as she quickly followed him.

~*~
“I'm not leaving until you tell me what you meant.” Adrianna stubbornly informed him with her arms crossed over her chest. She'd accompanied him through the locker room where he'd put away his vest and trainers and checked his phone for messages. Now she was stood at the shower room entrance.
Aston smiled lazily as he glanced over his shoulder. “You can stay to watch me taking a shower... It's not like you don't fantasize about me naked all the time anyway.”
Then, without giving her any notice he took off his shorts and turned around only in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. Adrianna gasped before rudely sticking her middle finger up at him. She swiveled away from his almost naked body. “I'm still waiting.”
Aston shrugged his shoulders carelessly, smirking as he entered a shower cubicle, “Fine by me.”
He didn't bother with closing the door as he knew it wouldn't be long until he had company. She'd either wander in by 'accident' or he'd carry her in himself... But somehow she'd join him. That had to be the reason why she'd stayed, right? She may have felt hatred towards him but it didn't mean she couldn't have the hots for him. And that aroused him.

Roughly ten minutes later, Adrianna was stood listening to Aston singing as he washed himself clean. His stupid musky-scented shower gel being diffused along with the hot steam was suffocating her. Well it wasn't really but that's how she felt. Without her knowledge, Aston had stepped out of the shower. Her mind drifted back to when she'd caught a glimpse of him in his fitted underwear. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny it. He was HOT. And the fact that he'd been so casual about the obvious bulge in his briefs made things more amusing. Leaning her head against the cold wall she inwardly giggled so he wouldn't hear. Someone wet seized her by the waist and spun her round only to crash their lips onto hers. Aston, obviously. A rage of butterflies filled her stomach the instant his tender, moist lips came into contact with hers. She wanted to push him off but she couldn't. It was like every atom of her body was working against what her natural response would have been. She didn't know why it was happening though.

Was there the possibility that her hate had turned into like? Or worse, love.

Sure he was a total flirt and an arrogant jerk. Not to mention cocky. But he'd never done anything to make her hate him. It had to be that she hated the way he acted, not him. So what was left then? How did she feel towards Aston? With the way her body was reacting she most certainly knew it wasn't indifference.

Aston let his manly hands run down her toned body, softly squeezing her bum as he carried on kissing her. At this point his neck was enveloped by Adrianna's arms. His heart beat quickened as her fingers roughly kneaded his jet-black hair. She'd actually let him kiss her! Sliding further down, he reached her nearly bare curvy thighs. The only thing covering them were the very short, tight shorts she'd had on for training. Adrianna halted the kiss.
“No.” She murmured against his lips, feeling her heart thumping fast against her ribcage. “No, Aston.”
“Don't fight it, Ri.” Aston commanded in a husky sounding voice. “I know you want this otherwise you wouldn't have stayed.”
“I wanted to know why you think I'm clueless...” She managed to say as he elevated her legs around his naked waist and forced her against the hard wall. A deep contented sigh escaped from within her.
“...And you want me.” Aston added fully realizing it. Her 'hatred' for him had just been a way of hiding what she truly felt. And she'd done an excellent job of it over the months. He started the ardent kiss over again, slipping his tongue into her scrumptious mouth; undoing the red laces of her trainers. She even tasted and smelt chocolatey, something he found strange yet stimulating. Adrianna didn't know what the outcome of what they were doing would be but at that point she couldn't give a damn. The tremendous sensation of his muscular body pushed up against hers made her forget everything. Without disconnecting his mouth and body from hers, Aston transported her into the steamy shower. Their tongues began to battle for dominance as the hot water peppered their bodies. With a quick movement Aston pulled off Adrianna's shorts, removing her underwear at the same time. She took her hair out of the high ponytail it had been in, letting her dark curls free so they descended against her round face. As an unusual dreamy mood took over her, she let her head fall back against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle. Her sports bra was soaked and quickly becoming see-through so Aston dragged it off, the pads of his fingertips making dents on her brown skin. His eyes widened and his mouth formed a little 'o' at the gorgeous sight of her breasts before him. His breathing was deep and the air he exhaled was hot as he deposited fiery kisses on her chest region. By not fighting it she'd shown him that there could be something there. And for that Aston captured the moment, not knowing that there would be more lusty times with her to come. Adrianna gripped onto his strong shoulders, moaning from passion as he thrust into her...



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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:57 am

ASTON ONE SHOTS Smile

Ketchup, pasta and a whole lotta loving.
Dedicated to Husna oxo

He'd never actually paid any attention to me.
I was just the girl that lived in the apartment next door to his bachelor's paradise. Unnoticed and ignored. The only time I can recall any real communication between us was when my mail got delivered to him by accident. Even then I don't think he had a clue I was his neighbour. As everyone knows, the three things that obnoxious male celebs notice are: skimpy dresses, fake massive boobs and faces caked with too much make up.
And I sure as heck don't tick any of those boxes! So why one dull summer evening did Aston Merrygold choose to knock on my door?
Well truth is, I don't know and I probably never will know. But to think it all began with some pasta and a bottle of ketchup...

Waiting for Freddie in a new lace black dress, I run a hand through my hair. My darkish brown eyes glance over to the wall clock positioned right above the T.V. Ten past eleven, it says. Which means for the third time this week my date hasn't shown up. I don't even know why I give guys a chance... They're all the same. This one didn't even bother texting to save me the hassle of getting ready. Letting out a depressed sigh, I get up from the sofa and stroll to the expensive wine cupboard. Just as I'm about to search for a corkscrew, I hear a soft but audible tapping on the main door followed by someone clearing their throat. Normally, I wouldn't just open the door without checking first but it's as if there's an invisible magnetic field between the person at the other side and me... Gradually drawing me forward until finally, my thumb is on the fingerprint scanner, ready to open the door. To my utter bewilderment it's the last guy I'm expecting. No, not Zayn, Jonathan or Freddie. It's the guy I see all the time that isn't aware of my existence. The guy I secretly yearn to be wrapped up in the arms of...

Aston Merrygold.

In all his Bad Boy glory.

Is standing right outside MY door.

He's kitted out in raw baggy jeans and a stripped vest that shows off his pretty muscly tattoo covered arms. He's holding a bottle of ketchup and I have no idea why he's wearing sunglasses indoors... It's not like paps have the chance to lurk around in the corridor. Our building has more security than freaking MI5 and there are cameras EVERYWHERE. I guess that's the price for having a dad who's the heir to a massive oil company out in Saudi Arabia. Regardless of how rich my family is, I'm still quite normal. I don't live a lavish lifestyle like my older sister does. But of course, I've been forced to stay in an apartment in one of London's poshest areas. You really don't want to know how much it costs to own a property here. It's quite ridiculous – in my opinion.
Anyway, back to talking about the vision of perfection before me. From the corner of my eyes I can see Hammed looking on in interest from his post. I bet he's laughing on the inside at how stupid Aston looks with those shades.
“Can I help you?” I quietly ask, leaning against the doorway with my arms folded across my chest. Already my heart races madly. That's just what being in his presence does to me.
“All I need to make some Tuna Pasta is some pasta...” He says with a totally serious expression. “If you have any spare.”
“Pasta?” I say, sounding confused as if I don't know what it is. Aston nods his head once, just once. I can't really see his eyes due to the sunglasses but somehow I know they're emotionless towards me.
“Um, no.” I can't even remember when the last time I ate pasta was. “I don't think I have any, sorry.”
“It's fine.” He moves closer in and I take a step back away from the doorway, staggering slightly. “I wanted something else anyway...”
At this point my heart is working at such a fast rate, I won't be surprised if it explodes in my chest. Taking off his sunglasses and storing them in one of his jeans pocket, he proceeds. I do the complete opposite and I'm made aware of the fact that we're in my living room because my back hits a shelf. A frown appears on Aston's face as he roughly rakes his eyes down my slightly provocative outfit. I know he's stripping me down with his eyes. As he looks up, his burning gaze catches sight of my very worried face. He grins mischievously.

I don't know what the hell he's thinking so I ask, “What is it you want, Aston?”
“You.” He answers in almost a whisper. This makes me swoon a bit. It's a good thing there's a shelf behind to support me. “I want you, Husna. I've wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
I don't know what to do or say to Aston. In fact, I don't need to do or say anything. He knows exactly what to do. Tugging my arm he gets me closer to him and tilts my face up to his. He dips his head in and starts lightly kissing up my neck until he reaches my lips. His soft lips barely touch mine but it's enough to increase my blood temperature. My heart pounds loudly and without a steady rhythm, unsure of what his next move will be. Aston transports his lips back to my neck. There he harshly nibbles up and down it, biting hard on my skin. It hurts but I wrap my arms around his neck and tell him to continue. Without warning, he carries me off the floor and throws me down on the luxurious sofa. My dangling heels slip off my feet leaving me barefoot. We've left the main door open which means any of the guards could walk in but neither of us care. I look up into Aston's eyes, finding a little smile pulling at the corners of my mouth as I remember the ketchup. Teasingly, I run a hand down his arm, feeling every beautiful dip and his newly formed goosebumps. When I get to his hand I take the bottle; simultaneously using my other hand to feel up his incredible torso.
I murmur a command, unscrewing the cap of the bottle. “Take it off.”
Immediately he obeys, pulling the vest over his head like an overexcited puppy. We alternate positions, me on top and him lying back topless underneath me. As I squeeze a trail of ketchup from his upper neck to just above the waistband of his white boxers, he closes his eyes. Leaning forward, my black hair falls down to his face, tickling him a little. I can see his chest rising up and going down quickly as he smiles happily at me. Copying his smile I flick my tongue over his body, licking the ketchup off as I do so. My tongue tastes all the ripples of his abdominal muscles and I know he's getting turned on by it. I'm getting turned on by it! When I get to the waistband of his boxers he squirms a bit.
“That tickles Husna, stop!” He laughs adorably, seizing my arms and pulling me up to his face. His eyes are still shut. Then he runs his fingers through my hair as he starts to kiss me. Harder than before. My heart beat quickens and his yummy smell drives my insides wild. My hands wind tightly around his neck. His tongue slips into my mouth and he groans my name as I purposely bite his tongue. But that doesn't stop him, he tries again. I re-allow him entry into my mouth, letting him take the lead as our tongues carelessly entangle. He turns me over so he's gazing down on me. His eyes are the darkest, most dangerous brown I've seen, EVER. They cause shivers to run down my spine in an uncontrollable manner. The intense look he's giving me is like he wants to savour me but he's not certain he should.
I want him to. I can't take this any longer, I feel like my whole body's on fire.
“Aston, come on!” I almost yell out in frustration as I yank him by the belt to me. Quickly, my hands begin unbuckling his belt as if I'm afraid he'll go before I get what I want.
He chuckles to himself, tenderly tracing lines up my thigh. “Slow down babe. I'm here for you, all night.”
When his jeans and footwear come off I relax again, using my elbows to keep me up. His manly hands begin to stray all over my body; attacking at every piece of fabric covering it. Finally, he wraps an arm around my nude body in a securing way as he removes his boxers. I'm finally where I want to be and no other guy matters. Releasing a sigh from within, this time bursting with pleasure; I arch my back as his lips passionately cover mine...





Lucky
Dedicated to Emma oxo

Aston squeezed some minty paste to the bristles of his electric toothbrush. Next he inserted the brush into his mouth and pressed the on/off button. It was about three o'clock in the morning and as he'd been too tired to brush the night before, he'd woken up early to do it. Minutes later he was done. Smiling at the bathroom mirror; he inspected his teeth before rinsing his brush and returning it to its charger. Drying his mouth with a face towel he wandered back into the dimly lit master bedroom to find his wife still fast asleep. She was lying on her back with both arms up around the pillow whispering sweet nothings. Occasionally she had nighttime chatters with herself which he'd then tease her about the following morning. It was something she did whenever she was stressed which was the case at present. The worries, excitement, expectations those around had including the high standards she'd set herself. She compared herself to what she read up about and other new mums which led to her feeling inadequate. That she wasn't a good enough mother for their two-month old daughters, Erin and Rosie. That she wasn't doing things the right way. Even when she was deep in slumber she thought about them. The beginnings of a cry heard and already she'd be slipping on her silk robe; ready to attend to the needs of the baby/ies. And losing the pregnancy weight. The pressure to get back to her pre-baby body was even more intense as she was married to someone famous.
But Aston didn't see the need for Emma stressing. He thought she was completely beautiful, both on the inside and out. The way she was so caring, genuine and always put others before herself were just some of her attributes he loved. Whenever she smiled that wonderful smile and her greenish-brown eyes sparkled with glee he felt like the luckiest man alive. To have someone like her as his wife and the mother of his children because she was one in a million.

He strolled over to the two white oak cots at the far corner of their spacious room to check up on the twins. Thankfully they were both sleeping peacefully in their matching pink baby grows.
Although identical with slightly curly hair and light skin tones – features that would perhaps change as they got older, the babies had slight differences in their appearances. While Erin had Emma's dark chocolate locks, Rosie took after her Daddy with jet black hair and a cute button nose. Funnily enough Rosie was the quiet twin. She'd just lay there cooing and staring with those big adorable brown eyes. Erin although impatient was smiley and very vocal even at just two months. She mostly did the crying for both her and Rosie and loved attention.
Abruptly, one of the babies started to shift and wail; snapping Aston out of his trance. It was Erin.
He leaned over the cot rail to gently carry her out, taking a spare blanket as well.
Following a quick change of nappies and a check to see if she was comfortable; he ambled around to calm her down. Softly humming a lullaby he rocked her to lull her back to sleep. In a matter of moments Erin stopped crying, let out the littlest yawn and dozed off.
From behind a voice like honey chuckled. “Seems like Daddy has the magic touch.”
Still protectively cradling Erin in his arms, Aston turned around. A cheeky smile made an appearance on his face at once when he spotted Emma sitting up in bed with her head propped up against the pillows. His heart soared in his chest at how amazing she looked, she was glowing!
Snuggled further down into the warm duvet she said, “It'd normally take me longer to get her back to sleep.”
“What can I say?” He shrugged amused as he placed Erin back in her cot, “Even babies love me.”
“Well you're a very lovable person, Mr Merrygold.”
Aston bit his lip and dropped his right eye into a wink. “I love it when you call me that in bed.”
Emma laughed a little as he speedily slipped into his side of the bed. “Don't get any ideas.”
“We haven't done it in ages!” He moaned as he lovingly tucked her mid-length hair behind her ear. “Come on babe.”
Moving closer he placed kisses on her neck, simultaneously undoing the buttons of her silk pyjama top. Due to Emma's body insecurities they hadn't made love to each other since the birth of the twins. Aston loved her no matter what and hadn't put any pressure on her but he'd really missed the intimate times. Keeping his hands off her was a struggle for him.
He quickly got rid of the item of clothing leaving her slender upper body bare.
“It's only been two months...” Emma muttered as his tender kisses began to journey along her collarbone and then south to her chest. Great shivers of pleasure launched up her spine and her breathing quickened. He knew just how to drive her insides wild. In the end she gave in and tugged off his black Emporio Armani boxers.
Easing her pyjama bottoms down Aston murmured in a low voice, “You have no idea how much I've missed your body.” Feeling the defined muscles of his torso Emma smiled, grasped his face and kissed him deeply. When every article of nightwear was gone Aston positioned himself on top of her...
~*~
He listened to the sound of her gentle breathing, her heart beating next to his as she slept. Beside her hand was her head on his firm chest. Tracing music symbols on her waist he glanced at the cots and then at Emma, thinking just how lucky he was. He had the career he'd worked hard for, the good life he'd desired and the girl of his dreams.



The Cute Stranger
Dedicated to Tasha oxo

“Bye Dad!” Tasha yelled the moment she scoffed down the last of the peanut butter toast. It was her first day at the local sixth form and already she was running late. Quickly, she gathered up her thick brunette locks in one hand and secured it in place with a hair elastic. Over the holidays she'd tinged it with a purple dye, something she knew would be frowned upon at her new school. Being a strict Catholic secondary school, St Joseph's was lax with its sixth-formers but it still expected them to keep to the general rules. She fumbled for her house keys in the duskiness of the living room; wishing her dad could give her a lift. He'd promised to but a domestic problem involving a flooding dish washer meant he had to stay home.
“Have a good day, Tasha!” He shouted back from the island kitchen in his usual cheery tone.
As soon as Tasha found the keys she flung her retro messenger bag onto her shoulder and left. Her bus was on time which meant if she didn't get to the stop she would miss it. Hurrying past a red letter box, she remembered that her Oyster card was in the pocket of her other blazer. The mildly cool Autumn wind blew against her fair skin, making goosebumps appear. Much to the amusement of the middle-aged man watering his front garden she let out a cry of frustration. If she turned back now she'd surely be late. She swiftly composed herself and checked for spare change as she walked - well skipped - to the bus stop. To her utter relief there was a five pound note hiding at the bottom of her bag.

Upon sighting the '96' bus still waiting at the traffic light she slowed her pace. She was almost there and anyway there were quite a few elderly people present at the stop which would stall the bus. Following a quick glance at her watch for the time, she sighed. It was just after eight which meant she'd made it on time. Suddenly, the bus zoomed past the stop; completely ignoring the swearing kids and tutting seniors, both angry at what had happened. This was all pretty much strange to her, coming from a little village in Wales. Londoners seemed much more... harsher – if that was the right word to use. Sighing again she ambled along the chewing gum littered pavement. Her right thumb was hooked on the strap of her bag and the other on her blazer pocket. She was used to walking so that wasn't what the problem was. By bus the journey to school was only twenty minutes; a time which would obviously increase as she was walking now. A loud horn from behind beeped making her spin round in sheer curiosity. In the passenger seat of a black sports car was a cute boy of her age, unquestionably sexy in his smart casual attire. With looks like that he was surely a heartthrob. Mixed race with prickly black hair and the most mesmerizing shade of brown eyes. And he had the most magnificent smile Tasha had ever seen in her life; revealing his natural-looking pearly-white teeth. The window at his side of the car came down and he leaned his head out.
In a clear soft voice he asked, “Need a lift, Beautiful?”
“No. I'm fine, thank you.” She politely answered, taking her thumb away from the bag to her hair. Although very cute, he was a stranger. Tasha knew not to go anywhere with people she didn't know. Which here happened to be just about everyone apart from her dad. After giving the somewhat disappointed boy a small smile of gratitude, she carried on on her way.

~*~
Limping down the school corridors, Tasha tried to find the Art room. Not only was she very late she'd tripped over on an uneven pavement on the way in. This wasn't the way she'd imagined her first day would turn out.
An authoritative-sounding voice sharply scolded. “You're late. Classes started over forty five minutes ago.”
It was a male teacher, she presumed.
“Sorry, Sir.” Quietly said Tasha as she stared at the floor. She was about to explain why she'd been late when she heard a chuckle escape him. Anxiously, her pretty brown eyes darted up. To her shock it was the cute stranger from earlier, not a teacher. He was coolly leaning back on a wall with one foot propped up, eating a strawberry lace. Painted on his face was an infectious grin that instantly set her heart racing. Tasha felt her nerves from starting a new school die down from the genuine warmth the guy radiated.
“Most people my age call me Aston.” He casually informed with a wink. “You're not from around here, are you?”
She shook her head. “Wales.”
“Explains the accent.” Aston pushed himself off the wall. “So what class you looking for, Beautiful?”
“I'm Tasha.” She glanced down at her timetable. “Um, I have Art with Miss Weavis...”
He grimaced when she mentioned the name of the teacher; his mouth contorted in an ugly manner.
Tasha laughed a little at his funny expression, “What's the face for?”
Again he dropped his left eye into a wink. The absolutely gorgeous lashes on his eyelids fanned against his skin. “You'll find out real soon.”
They began making their way down the empty and quiet corridor together. Tasha still limping like a chicken with a missing leg.
“So...” She uttered, trying to break the silence. It wasn't awkward or anything, she just wanted to find out something. With mild amusement evident in his voice Aston copied her.
“Why aren't you in class?”
A smirk popped up on his caramel-brown face. “My uncle's the Head so I pretty much break every rule.”
“Cool.”
“Can I ask you a question?” inquired Aston as they turned a corner and went past a cloak room. For some unknown reason he sounded serious.
“Go ahead.”
“Why you limping?”
Her cheeks crimsoned and she broke her gaze on Aston. “I kinda tripped over on my way in...”
“Oh, right. Thought that's how girls walk where you're from.” He told her with a cheeky grin. They had reached the Art classroom. “Here we go.”
Readjusted her vibrant shoulder bag, she thanked him for showing her the room.
He sexily ran his tongue over his bottom lip and then winked. “See you around, Tasha.”
And with that he walked off as butterflies fluttered their way around Tasha's stomach. She found herself grinning happily as she applied weight on the door handle. Maybe things wouldn't be too bad at St. Joseph's.


Fiery Passions
Dedicated to Adrianna oxo

Breathlessly, Aston tugged his sleeveless vest over his head and took a long swig of his energy drink. Sweat slid down from his heated-up forehead to the defined plates of his tattooed shoulders as a result of his body trying to cool down. He threw a fleeting glance up to view Coach Will coming in his direction, beaming contentedly. It was clear that he was happy with the time Aston had sprinted the hundred meters in.
“Good job, son.” Congratulated Coach Will, briefly patting his perspiring back. “Keep this up and you'll be in a good place for the race next month.”
Aston nodded to show his understanding before bringing the transparent plastic bottle to his mouth for another gulp. His dehydration was due not only to the intense training session but the blazing sun in the unclouded sky above. Despite the fact that it was Sunday so he had a day off training, he'd decided to come anyway. He was intent on placing well in the upcoming contest plus it gave him a chance to bother Adrianna. Adrianna was the chocolate-skinned stunner he'd gotten to know over months of training at the sports centre. She too was a sprinter and would at times be required to train side by side with Aston, much to her dismay. She hated his often overly self-confident personality, how much of a flirt he was... In summary she hated his guts. And constantly made sure he knew. Adrianna herself wasn't the most amiable person and her outspokenness got on Aston's nerves. She never seemed to shut up and thought she was always right, even when she'd been proven wrong. But trapped deep down beneath all the hatred was another strong emotion. It was inevitable that the two young adults would develop amorous feelings for one another. And someday there would be an explosion of all those hidden feelings. Whether the outcome of them would be good or bad neither knew. Although she was petite Adrianna had physical assets that he often found himself checking out. He couldn't help it, he was a sucker for big bums and with that she was blessed. And she was very attractive looking with tightly curled brownish-black hair she always kept in a high ponytail, big innocent brown eyes and luscious lips.

Upon reaching the part of the track where Adrianna was doing her warm-up stretches, Aston grinned. Wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand he crept up behind her. He wanted to cause great alarm swiftly followed by annoyance to her. In her usual blunt manner Adrianna told him to go away without turning round as she could hear his approaching footsteps.
The mischievous grin on Aston's face couldn't have become more wider if he'd tried. “Hey, Cutie.”
A guy standing nearby sniggered at the nickname, making her face warm up slightly. She whipped her whole body around with the intention of hitting Aston where it would hurt him the most. “I have told you to stop calling me that.”
Then she decided not to let him think his lame attempt at making her angry had succeeded. With an emotionless face she finished stretching before jogging off in the opposite direction, not looking once back at him. Meanwhile Aston gazed on as though he'd been put into a trance; letting his russet-brown eyes absorb her toned yet feminine physique. In the red sports bra and tight black shorts she looked tasty. Tasty enough for him to- Wait no. What the hell was he thinking?!

He couldn't be seeing her in that way, could he?

Sure she was hot and single but nothing would ever happen as they felt antipathy towards each other. But he'd heard somewhere before that love and hate is in essence the same thing. Both very passionate emotions, capable of driving even the sanest of human beings crazy. Or could it be that he never actually hated Adrianna? Right from day one she'd shown no interest in him so maybe that was what he hated.
The fact that he wanted what he couldn't have because let's face it, she hated his guts.

Her dark hair bobbed as she made her way around the track at a controlled pace. Within moments Aston caught up with her.
“You know, you're pretty fast...” He lightly commented. To irritate her even further he took synchronized strides with her. Their Nike trainers simultaneously pounded on the hard running surface. “For a girl.”
Adrianna ignored him and carried on jogging.
“Why you gotta be so rude, Ri? Aston inquired in a mock hurt tone. “I paid you a compliment...”
“One, it's Adrianna, not 'Cutie' or 'Ri'. Two, you're a sexist pig who needs to be jailed for life or extradited to a country where the death penalty still exists.” She informed hotly, slowing her pace down. “And three, your compliment was stupid. How dare you say that?”
“Men are faster than women. I'm sure even someone as clueless as you knows that.” He simply replied with a slight frown.
“That's not the point.” Adrianna sharply retorted. At this point she'd halted the run and was now looking at Aston, appearing to be deeply confused. She put her hands on her hips. “And what do you mean clueless?”
Dispiritedly, Aston shook his head sideways. “Don't worry about it.” He stated, walking off with his running vest draped over his shoulder.
Fury zoomed against her face as he moved away. “Oh no, don't you dare walk away from me, Aston! Get back here!” She yelled furiously as she quickly followed him.

~*~
“I'm not leaving until you tell me what you meant.” Adrianna stubbornly informed him with her arms crossed over her chest. She'd accompanied him through the locker room where he'd put away his vest and trainers and checked his phone for messages. Now she was stood at the shower room entrance.
Aston smiled lazily as he glanced over his shoulder. “You can stay to watch me taking a shower... It's not like you don't fantasize about me naked all the time anyway.”
Then, without giving her any notice he took off his shorts and turned around only in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. Adrianna gasped before rudely sticking her middle finger up at him. She swiveled away from his almost naked body. “I'm still waiting.”
Aston shrugged his shoulders carelessly, smirking as he entered a shower cubicle, “Fine by me.”
He didn't bother with closing the door as he knew it wouldn't be long until he had company. She'd either wander in by 'accident' or he'd carry her in himself... But somehow she'd join him. That had to be the reason why she'd stayed, right? She may have felt hatred towards him but it didn't mean she couldn't have the hots for him. And that aroused him.

Roughly ten minutes later, Adrianna was stood listening to Aston singing as he washed himself clean. His stupid musky-scented shower gel being diffused along with the hot steam was suffocating her. Well it wasn't really but that's how she felt. Without her knowledge, Aston had stepped out of the shower. Her mind drifted back to when she'd caught a glimpse of him in his fitted underwear. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny it. He was HOT. And the fact that he'd been so casual about the obvious bulge in his briefs made things more amusing. Leaning her head against the cold wall she inwardly giggled so he wouldn't hear. Someone wet seized her by the waist and spun her round only to crash their lips onto hers. Aston, obviously. A rage of butterflies filled her stomach the instant his tender, moist lips came into contact with hers. She wanted to push him off but she couldn't. It was like every atom of her body was working against what her natural response would have been. She didn't know why it was happening though.

Was there the possibility that her hate had turned into like? Or worse, love.

Sure he was a total flirt and an arrogant jerk. Not to mention cocky. But he'd never done anything to make her hate him. It had to be that she hated the way he acted, not him. So what was left then? How did she feel towards Aston? With the way her body was reacting she most certainly knew it wasn't indifference.

Aston let his manly hands run down her toned body, softly squeezing her bum as he carried on kissing her. At this point his neck was enveloped by Adrianna's arms. His heart beat quickened as her fingers roughly kneaded his jet-black hair. She'd actually let him kiss her! Sliding further down, he reached her nearly bare curvy thighs. The only thing covering them were the very short, tight shorts she'd had on for training. Adrianna halted the kiss.
“No.” She murmured against his lips, feeling her heart thumping fast against her ribcage. “No, Aston.”
“Don't fight it, Ri.” Aston commanded in a husky sounding voice. “I know you want this otherwise you wouldn't have stayed.”
“I wanted to know why you think I'm clueless...” She managed to say as he elevated her legs around his naked waist and forced her against the hard wall. A deep contented sigh escaped from within her.
“...And you want me.” Aston added fully realizing it. Her 'hatred' for him had just been a way of hiding what she truly felt. And she'd done an excellent job of it over the months. He started the ardent kiss over again, slipping his tongue into her scrumptious mouth; undoing the red laces of her trainers. She even tasted and smelt chocolatey, something he found strange yet stimulating. Adrianna didn't know what the outcome of what they were doing would be but at that point she couldn't give a damn. The tremendous sensation of his muscular body pushed up against hers made her forget everything. Without disconnecting his mouth and body from hers, Aston transported her into the steamy shower. Their tongues began to battle for dominance as the hot water peppered their bodies. With a quick movement Aston pulled off Adrianna's shorts, removing her underwear at the same time. She took her hair out of the high ponytail it had been in, letting her dark curls free so they descended against her round face. As an unusual dreamy mood took over her, she let her head fall back against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle. Her sports bra was soaked and quickly becoming see-through so Aston dragged it off, the pads of his fingertips making dents on her brown skin. His eyes widened and his mouth formed a little 'o' at the gorgeous sight of her breasts before him. His breathing was deep and the air he exhaled was hot as he deposited fiery kisses on her chest region. By not fighting it she'd shown him that there could be something there. And for that Aston captured the moment, not knowing that there would be more lusty times with her to come. Adrianna gripped onto his strong shoulders, moaning from passion as he thrust into her...



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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:58 am

ASTON ONE SHOTS Smile

Lazy Days
Dedicated to Larissa oxo

Come round, please Sad

In deep thought I stare at the reflective surface of my phone. It's the fifth text he's sent me in the last ten minutes. Yet again he's split up with his girlfriend and needs someone to talk to. They're forever at each others throats but he loves her and she knows it. I love Aston so much more than a best friend, I'm hopelessly in love with him. And Chelsea knows that too. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the reason they fight because Chelsea's a really jealous person. All Aston has to do is glance at another girl and BAM!

She goes mental.

He can't even go clubbing without coming home to an all-night interrogation. Even during the early stages of their relationship she refused to believe that we were just friends. It destroys me every single time I see them kissing passionately because that's what I want. To have his strong arms curl my waist. His soft-looking lips move in heavenly synchronization with mine. I want to be more than just a friend but I know that will never happen. Not in a zillion years. The only love Aston has for me is of a friendly nature. Nothing less, nothing more. I'm the one that he'll contact first whenever they have an argument. He won’t even call up JJ, my brother. Because it's not guy-like to sit down and talk about your feelings, is it?
Back when we were teenagers we made a vow to get married to each other if we never found the right person. It's stupid how I still very vividly remember the day that happened ten years on.

As the early morning sun begins to rise in the sky, Aston yawns. He doesn't bother to cover his mouth, something I habitually tell him off for. All night we've been camping out in Kayleigh's back garden: chatting, eating junk food, playing games. Basically hanging out. It's the weekend before we all go off to our different summer holiday destinations. JJ being the first one of us to fall asleep is quietly snoring away beside me. And Kay's retreated to the safety of our tent for fear of the eight-legged creatures 'lurking'. She's been scared of spiders for as long as I've known her. However, I'm not too fussed about them so I've stayed out with Aston to keep him company.
“Do you think we'll still be friends when we're all old and wrinkly?” I quietly ask him, bringing my knees up to my chest. My bare feet swiftly swirl the soft moist grass we're sat on. He looks away from the ascending sun in the horizon. Kayleigh's house is built on a hill so we can view everything from up here.
“Course, I'll make sure of it. You, Me. JJ, Kay. Mates forever.” Aston says pointing to each of us when he mentions our names. At the zipped up tent 'door' for Kay.
I crinkle my nose. “Hmm, I'm not sure if I want to be your friend forever...” My voice is teasing so he knows I'm only joking. “Especially if you won't have your own teeth anymore.”
He stubbornly shakes his head sideways, “These are here for life! No dentures going in my mouth or suttin'...”
A toothy smile appears on his face so he can show off his dazzling teeth. They have this natural shine to them. Rolling my eyes at him in complete amusement, I lean my head on my jeans-clad knees. The bright smile grows even wider and he bends forward and gently blows in my face. Air filled with the odour of the garlic chicken pizza he had earlier wafts into my nose. Waving a hand over my face and moving back, I exclaim, “God, your breath!”
Aston chuckles lightly as he pulls up tufts of the faintly green grass. Even in the terrible light his coffee-brown eyes twinkle wonderfully. “You're always so honest. That's why I love you, Larissa.”

The moment he said that my heart skipped a beat. Two, in fact.

And suddenly I'm beginning to think about the future. What things will be like between us in two, five... ten years from now. My eyes fill with tears at the thought of not having him in my life. I know it's silly but I can't help feeling sad knowing that we may not always friends. Because that's how life is, isn't it? Strangers become friends and friends become strangers.
“I don't ever want to lose you, Aston.”
He edges closer and puts a comforting arm around my shoulder. Sniffing in his familiar smell, my eyes shut and a tear escapes. The warm tingly feeling of butterflies from my attraction to him occurs. “You won't. Don't worry about it. We'll always-”

Abruptly, someone swipes the phone from me and I'm snatched out of the memory. In annoyance I look up to see JJ stood before me with a mischievous grin on his freshly-shaved face. He's just stepped out of the shower so he's in a cream towel with his hair all wet. It's the same shade as mine – blondey brown. A characteristic both of us inherited from Dad. Silently reading the text JJ tightens the loose towel around his waist. I'm fussy about people looking through my phone so naturally I try to get it back. Tiptoeing, I reach high in the air at the same time letting him know how mad I am with him. He’s a great deal taller which makes it harder.
“One sec, I just want to see who keeps texting you.” He says distractedly, scrolling through my other texts.
“Aston, Aston, Aston...”
In a completely blunt voice that doesn't give away any emotion I tell him the 'shocking' news. “He's broken up with Chelsea.”
JJ hands me the phone back slightly frowning. “Again?”
“Yep.”

(ASTON'S APARTMENT)
Catching the tears of happiness taking form in Aston's eyes, I smile to myself and pop a jelly baby in my mouth. The fact that he's crying because of a film and he's a guy is something I found amusing but at the same time totally adorable. When he's around other people he doesn't show his emotions like that but when it's just us he doesn't care. We're lying on his comfy dark chocolate living-room carpet watching one of his favourite films. He's in a tight v-neck top and his three quarter length jeans are baggy, as usual. Like me he's off work today which means we'll stuff out mouths with sweets whilst watching DVDs or re-runs of some rubbish TV show just to pass the time. It's cool seeing him all chilled out, not thinking of anything fame related. Don't get me wrong, I love what he does. I just feel like he never gets to be just Aston, like he always has to put up some front because he's in the limelight. Him being with Chelsea has kinda made things worse. She's basically the Paris Hilton of England. The 'it girl'. The one who gets invited to all the A-list bashes. Has all she could ever wish for because her family's loaded. Is the envy of thousands of girls, including me, as she's dating Aston Merrygold.
Girls like her make me so mad. She can have any celebrity she wants and yet she goes for him, just to make a point. I don't think she's truly in love with him. So it's like a love triangle. I love Aston, he loves Chelsea and Chelsea... well Chelsea 'loves' anyone who's stupid enough to give her attention. Which in this case is over half of the English male population. All she has to do is flick her sleek espresso black hair over her shoulder and flutter those slanted gray eyes to get guys drooling. Oh the press do love covering every bit of their topsy-turvy relationship. Think about it - A member of the hottest boy band around at the moment with someone who has a tennis-star dad and an Asian supermodel for a mum.

Okay. Lets say Aston liked me a teeny bit more than a friend.

How exactly would I compete with her?!

Feeling my longing stare he turns his head a little so his eyes meet mine. He wipes away an eluding tear and asks what's up.
I make my face poker-straight and the last of the chewed up sweet goes down my throat. “Nothing.”
Then he sneakily steals my paper bag of sweets and helps himself to a strawberry lace. I start fighting him for them back like I always do. It's just play-fighting, nothing serious.
Before I know it Aston's on top of me; pinning me down to the floor with his knees. The faint hairs on his half-clothed legs tickle me and I order him to get off me. He shakes his head sideways which tells me he's not going to. The orbs of his dark eyes bore into my ocean blue eyes for some moments before I have to look away.

It's like he can see into my soul. He'll know how I feel if it carries on.
All of a sudden the doorbell goes off. Aston doesn't move a muscle.
“It's probably Chelsea." He's still intently looking at me.
My heart sinks in despair, I had no idea she was coming over. The bell loudly buzzes a couple more times. Aston's eyes glance to the door, back at me, again at the door, then finally at me. It's like he's trying to figure out something. Struggling out of his firm hold I tell him to answer the door. I can feel a tear already rolling down my left cheek so I turn my head. I don't want him to see me crying because I know he won't rest until he finds out the reason. He's the reason.
“Larissa...” He softly utters, stroking the rough pad of his thumb on my cheek. A hot trail of tingles are left where his thumb touches. With a little smile on his face he leans his head down when I look back at him. I start screaming mentally, I can't believe this is happening! Every part of my body goes on lockdown and my heart starts beating quickly in my chest. I'm anticipating the kiss but what I get is just his lips lightly brushing the top of my forehead. He tells me he loves me because I'm his best friend; that I'm always there when he needs me. The very thing I hate hearing because of the twelve year ache in my heart. Even though it hurts I'd rather mean something than nothing to him. I guess I can settle for being the best friend.
Then he gets up to answer the door and surprises Chelsea with the kiss.
The one that tells her they're still okay. That destroys me every single bloody time.

The heavenly kiss I so strongly desire to have but will never get.


What Happened in Detention.
Dedicated to Ceri oxo

Suppressing a yawn I dig through my blazer pockets for a pen to reply JJ's note with. We're in Science watching a documentary on the evolution of apes and believe me when I say it's boring. Being the nerd that he is, my identical twin brother Cameron is completely fixed on the whiteboard. After Maths and Geography, Science is his favourite subject so he's enjoying it. Just like JJ, I have no interest whatsoever in Science so I usually use the lessons to catch some Z's before Drama. But today I can't for some unknown reason.
Actually, I know it has something to do with the beauty in the stool in front of me. Ceri, I think her name is. She started school here last month but we've never really crossed paths until now. There was apparently a mix up with her timetable so she was moved from Mr Johnson's class to join us.
It's strange because my body's revved up knowing she's just a metre away. Everything's working at a faster speed and I feel exactly the same way I feel when I'm on the track. Alive.
I can't get her off my mind. She triggers this excitation in me, makes my heart pump hard in my chest. Even my breathing is deeper and thrills zip up my spine without a cause.
There, again. Another one's just gone up.

A single look at her stunning heart-shaped face and WOOOOOO - the imaginary butterflies begin to flutter madly in my stomach. It's insane, I don't even know this girl!
Getting out a broken half-chewed pen I open up the note to read what it says:

Stop drooling at Ceri, bruv! :p

I chuckle softly to myself before scrawling an honest response to him.

I can't help it... She's hot.

I scrunch the scrap paper up into a ball before chucking it back to JJ, unaware that my teacher is watching. It hits him in the neck. My attention is then turned back on Ceri. She's laughing quietly about something the guy sat next to her said. Never have I heard a laugh sound so sweet and angelic, I could listen all day to it.
I wish I was the guy making her laugh.
The thoughts swirling around in my mind are immobilized when JJ's note lands in front of me.

Smooooooooking! Do you think she has a boyfriend?

My heart sinks as I reply him. Of course she's with someone already.

I dunno but if she does he's a VERY lucky guy. She's easily the most beautiful girl in our school...
I think I'm falling for her.

Just as I finish my response to JJ someone stops the film and the lights flick back on.
“What are you writing there, Aston?” Mr Elliot asks from in front of the classroom. Damn, he's caught me!
As expected, everyone including Ceri whirls around with interest to see me with the piece of paper and pen in my hand.
“Er, nothing. Sir.” I lie, carefully sliding the note from the table to my lap. Without breaking eye contact with my teacher I somehow get the note into my blazer pocket. No one can know what it says.
Mr Elliot stands up and begins to make his way briskly towards me. “I'm pretty certain you were writing something.”
“I wasn't, Sir.” The tone of my voice is confident so I'm hoping he doesn't press the matter any further.
“Get up and empty your pockets.”
Unhurriedly I get up and take my navy blue blazer off. Then I start emptying out sweet wrappers, just like Mr Elliot ordered, making sure I leave the note safely tucked away. He gets tired of my slowness and snatches the blazer from me. Turning it upside down, he shakes it repeatedly making my house keys jingle in a zipped pocket. The note falls out.
A smug grin creeps up on his stupid face as he bends to pick it up. “Oh and what do we have here?”
“Stop drooling at Ceri. Bruv?” He reads with an amused tone to his voice. The whole class erupts into laughter when he says 'bruv'. I don't tend to get embarrassed about things but this makes my face redden because I know what's coming next. Sheepishly, I stare down at my leather shoes as he continues reading the whole note out to the class.

“I'm guessing Miss Macdonald has something to do with this note?” He inquires when he's finished. The chatty class becomes soundless as they all wait for my response.
My head shoots up and I rapidly protest Ceri's non-involvement.
“So you were writing a note to yourself?”
Apart from JJ, everyone laughs again. I don't reply as I know if JJ gets another detention this week he's going straight on report.
“An hour's detention for you and Ceri on Friday then.” Mr Elliot finally says as the bell for the next lesson rings. I hear a few 'ooh's as my eyes meet Ceri's glower. She looks pissed at the fact that I've gotten her in trouble for no reason. Sighing deeply I pack my things away before stalking out of class with JJ and Cameron following shortly behind.

(FRIDAY)

Keep it cool, I tell myself as I enter Mr Elliot's classroom. Ceri's sat on a stool right at the back leafing through a magazine. Under the rays of light pouring through the windows her blonde hair glistens more than usual. It flows in gentle curls down to her shoulders which adorns her light skin tone. It's funny how she models our bland school uniform like it's something fashionable. I mean, she could be in a bloody bin bag and still look good.
“Nice of you to join us fifteen minutes late, Mr Merrygold.”
I mutter an apology as I go over to the stool beside Ceri. It's the only one that hasn't been put up on the desk by the cleaners. Mr Elliot tells me to get out some work to do just as I prop my head on the desk.
“I don't have any work to do, Sir” I reply inhaling Ceri's heavenly fragrance. It's a distinctive feminine floral scent, one that I haven't smelt before. This is the closest I’ve ever been to her. The irritating butterflies flutter without cease and my heart beat starts to quicken.

Why does this keep happening?!

“Since you weren't watching the documentary you can read about it.” Mr Elliot slams a dusty newspaper on the table causing me to elevate my head in annoyance. It's an article for the evolution of apes documentary we watched earlier this week in class.
“I'm not reading it.” I stubbornly inform him, pushing the paper as far away from me as possible.
With a frown he thrusts it back to me and begins to say, “You will if you don't want me to-”
Then, a girl in the year below frantically rushes into the room with a worried expression. “Sir, there's a fight going on in the car park!”
“No nonsense from you two. I'll be back shortly.” Mr Elliot sharply warns before leaving me and Ceri, alone.

We sit in silence for a bit, me gazing longingly at her as she carries on flicking through the magazine. I don't think she knows I'm ogling.
“Did that come out this week?” I ask out of vague interest, tipping back in my stool.
“Yeah.” She glances up at me. “Why you asking? Do you read women's magazines?”
I show off a cheeky grin as I loosen my striped tie a little. “Yeah. I use them to try to figure out how chicks- I mean girls, think.”
A little giggle escapes her. “We're not THAT difficult to figure out.”
Arching an amused eyebrow at her I retort, “You are... Guys can never fully work out what a girl is thinking until she says.”
Her dark mysterious green eyes have a playful glint in them now. “You wanna know what I'm thinking?”
“I already know what you're thinking.” I smugly say even though I really don't. The butterflies in my stomach go more crazy than they already are.
“What?” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, making a zipping movement across my mouth. “Go on, tell me.”
Once again I shrug so she drops her magazine before jerking me forward with my tie. “Tell me.”
We're in such close proximity that I can see that her eyes aren't fully green. There's almost a reddish brown ring around her pupils. It's faint but it's there all the same. Her beautiful face doesn't give away any emotion. In all honesty I can't even take a guess as to what she's thinking. But I know what I'm thinking...

With the door presently locked, all the blinds shut and the lights off, I walk over back to Ceri. I'm not sure how long Mr Elliot will be away but I'm just going to see how things go. If anything happens, it happens. The room's not completely dark as there is some light seeping through at the bottom of the blinds but that doesn't matter. Picking her by the waist, I gently carry her off the stool onto the desk so she's directly facing me. I gradually slide my hand beneath her pleated skirt, up her curvy thigh. Her bare skin feels so soft and velvety, just like I imagined. She doesn't do anything to stop me as my other hand cups her cheek, bringing her face to mine.
“You're so hot, Ceri,” I whisper huskily. A heart-warming smile finds it's way up to her face. For the first time ever my heart stops and it's all because of her smile.
“And beautiful?” Her arms casually wrap themselves around my neck.
I nod several times, grinning widely. “And beautiful... The most-”
“-beautiful girl in our school.” She quietly finishes off for me. The sensation of her candy-scented breath blowing against my face makes the dark hairs on my arms stick up. “Did you really mean that?”
Mildly, I press my mouth to hers and start kissing her. I know it's too sudden but it feels so right! I don't want any distance between us. I move away the hand on her thigh and curl my arm round her waist to bring her whole body closer. Ceri stays frigid. It's like she can't believe this is happening, I can't believe this is happening! After a bit she kisses me back, toying with the hair at the nape of my neck in a flirty way. Both our shoes and school blazers come off. I can feel her heart pounding terribly as my tongue enters her soft parted lips. Damn, she tastes so good.
The kiss intensifies and her fingers glide under my short-sleeved shirt, finding their way around my torso. At this point my breathing is hot and ragged. She grins into the kiss whilst delicately tracing my abs. It's not body-builder defined, just slightly toned from all the football and athletics training. I'm a small guy so it'd look weird if I was overly muscly.
“You like?” I smirk against her pillowy bubble-gum pink lips. Kissing Ceri's lips is probably the best thing I've ever done with my mouth.
She nods as she fully removes my tie over my head. “Can I see it?”
I nod back, pressing soft airy kisses to her neck. Her divine smell wafts into my nose and it turns me wild. My head is spinning at Ceri's touch. I don't even care about the fact that we're in a classroom anymore. Or the fact that a member of staff can catch us any moment now. I disconnect the kiss to help her remove my shirt before working on hers. Staring intently at me, she props herself up with her elbows. The sight of her in a sexy push-up bra makes me nervous but excited, it spurs me on. She's gorgeous, everything about her is gorgeous. And she has curves! Unlike all the other stick-thin girls here. My body temperature has hit the roof. It's like I have a fever... But instead of being a symptom of an infection it's the result of my great fervour, all for Ceri. Undoing my trouser's buckle, I tip her back on the desk in a gentle and gradual manner. Once my trousers are off I take a moment to admire her beauty before getting on top of her.

“Should we really be doing this, Aston?” She murmurs closing her eyes. Her angelic voice sounds almost hoarse as my kisses journey from her neck to her busty chest. I pause to ask if she wants me to stop. I don't want to stop but at the same time I don't want to do something she's uncomfortable with. Her lovely green eyes flutter open and the cutest little smile appears on her face. Even in the darkness of the room I can see the smile very clearly. Wrapping her legs around my body she drags my head back to her neck. She doesn't seem to mind the hard surface of the desk we're on. Raging sparks from electric currents shoot down to my crotch as she grinds her hips onto me. It feels surreal! The atmosphere in the room is hot and steamy. As I unclasp her polka-dot bra my lips peck tender kisses over its cotton material which gets her moaning. Her breathing becomes uneven as I raise her skirt over her thighs to expose more of her dangerous curves. She disentangles her hands from my neck long enough to shove my army-green boxers down. My hands tango along her hipbone to the lining of her underwear, ready to just about rip the last thing keeping us apart off...




Sorry.
Dedicated to Marina oxo

“I love you!” I blubbered. The tears fell freely from my mascara-smudged eyes as he angrily threw open the hotel room door. Ready to walk away from everything we had.
Aston spun round to look at me. The sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable causing a painful tug in my heart.
“I love you?” He repeated in disbelief.
“I still wanna get married. Have your babies. Grow old with you...” I tried to convince him with a faint smile. “I love you, Ast. I always have and always will.”
“The wedding's off, Marina.” His voice was so cold and blunt, thoroughly lacking emotion. “You slept with my best man.”
Taking a cautious step nearer to him I took his manly hand in my daintier one. He still had his engagement ring on. Raising his rigid hand to my face, I cried even more. I needed him to listen to me. My tears ran down from my overworked tear-ducts to the tips of his fingers. This seemed to warm him a little and his face softened.
“What happened with Chris was a mistake.” I croaked resting my forehead against his firm chest; allowing his cologne to fill my lungs when I sniffed in. “A really stupid mistake and I'm so, so sorry.”
No one understood how much I needed Aston, not even my closest friends and family. Whenever we were together he always made me feel like the most precious thing in the universe. Once he told me I was a work of art. With my mesmerizing chestnut-brown eyes framed by long lashes, my slender sharp nose. Lightly bronzed skin from growing up in Greece and long wavy hair that stops just above my waist. Even my not-so-amazing body was wonderful to him.
He'd pay me saucy compliments like, “Your legs look phenomenal when they're draped over my shoulders.”
And it wasn't just about looks. He found my independence and intelligence sexy and he made sure I knew it. Our jobs couldn't have differed more if we'd tried. Whilst he sang love songs to thousands of screaming girls, I worked away in a quiet research lab. But somehow we still worked.

Aston was so sensitive, caring and protective of me. I was his girl.
I'm not saying he was perfect. God knows his stubbornness and impatience drove me mad, nevertheless I loved him. He was my everything. The man I wanted to fall asleep in the arms off and wake up gazing in wonder at. I wanted to live the rest of my life with him.

It was only meant to be one drink. One harmless drink that turned to a round of drinks. Both of us intoxicated by alcohol, left without the ability to make the wise decision. A sloppy kiss. Clothes taken off...

Sex.

Chris was a mutual friend of mine and Aston's. Obviously he was closer to Aston as they'd known each other for years but I knew him very well. I didn't have feelings for him and I'm sure it was the same the other way round. But we'd ended up hurting someone important to us. No matter how hard I'd tried to forget the night I just couldn't. Putting the wedding in jeopardy I'd called Aston over and confessed to him. He deserved to know the truth at least. But now I didn't know where our relationship stood and it was tearing me into shreds on the inside.

His muscular arms twined themselves round my curvaceous body. “Marina, Baby...”
“You still love me, right?” I gazed up into his gorgeously brown eyes in desperation. My stomach flipped over at the dazzling intensity of them. He sadly lowered and raised his head at my question. Then, a great urgency arose in me. I needed to show him what we had, why he couldn't just walk away. Placing my hands on either side of his handsome face I drew him closer to me. My lips lovingly joined to his to begin a kiss that instantaneously struck beautiful, light explosions in our bodies. It was by far the best kiss we had and I knew Aston felt it too as his pulse became more rapid against my chest. At this time my hands were linked behind his neck, his gently stroking my hipbone. My top rode up my stomach as his fingers made brushing motions up my body. Just as I moved a hand from around his neck to the only five done up buttons of his shirt, he discontinued the kiss.
“But right now I can't trust you. I need to...” He continued, removing his hands from me and stuffing them into his black trouser pockets. “I need some time out to think things through.”
A dash of hope was all that was in me. “And after the break we'll be okay?”
As he breathed heavily almost like it was hard for him to; the usual twinkle in his eyes vanished. They were filling with tears.“Thing is, I don't know if we will.” He backed away. “Sorry.”
And without so much as a glance back he walked out to the corridor. His head hung lowly as he made his way to the elevator. Leaving my heart to split into two jagged parts as I watched him, feeling deeply unhappy and regretful...

Maybe one day we'll meet up and start things over. But he's really hurt and the chance of that happening is zero to nil. So in the darkness here I lie, sobbing inconsolably into my pillow. Wishing there was a plaster to heal a broken heart and knowing I've lost the best damn thing in my life.




Fairytale Gone Wrong
Dedicated to Alyssa oxo

Today is the day.

The day I marry my Prince Charming, Nate.

I know we've been together for only a month but everything feels... Destined. Like we're made for each other. It's just so right! What are the chances that we'd be on the same beach in Crete, at the same bar, sipping on the SAME cocktail drink? Boy, I got the surprise of my life when I find out he was staying in the hotel room opposite mine.
All my life I've been searching for that one special guy and I've finally found him so what's the point in waiting any longer? Yes, it's kinda crazy. I'm only nineteen and I'm getting hitched to a guy I haven't known for very long. You're probably thinking – Why the rush? You still have your whole life ahead of you. It's too early. You have so much to see, so much to learn. Wait a couple more years.

But you don't understand.

I've learned and experienced more in these past weeks with Nate than in my whole life. I don't think I'll ever find someone that I'm so deeply and truly connected with. No one else can capture my heart like he has. And whenever the pupils of his dark brown eyes gaze into my icy blue eyes a million sparks shoot off in me. Nate's in all honesty the perfect boyfriend. Handsome, caring, confident, great at listening, has an amazing sense of humour... The list goes on. The only downer is that his family don't think I'm good enough for him. I've never met or spoken to them before and they're not attending the wedding which makes things even more sad. The fact that my soon-to-be-husband's family won't accept me. But as Nate once told me, Nothing will ever come between us. I love him, he loves me. And that's all that matters, right?

Nervously, I smooth down the satin material of my beautiful white dress as the limousine takes a turn. It's an off-the-shoulder style; tight-fitting around the top before billowing into an embroidered train. My dark hair is lightly curled for a soft, romantic look and I've opted for a diamante tiara without the traditional veil. We're almost at the church so the butterflies charge back into my stomach and my heart feels like it's about to bungee jump in my chest. For the past couple of days I've been jittery which is the main reason I couldn't get to sleep last night. And you know, puffy eyes on the day of your wedding isn't the best thing. Thank God for make-up!
I know I'll be alright once I see Nate again.

~*~
As the large mahogany church doors slowly open; the organ music begins to play. The pews are left vacant as everyone gets up and turns round beaming with uncontrolled bright smiles on their faces.
The grip I have on my brother's right hand becomes so tight that I make an indentation on his skin.
“You okay, Alyssa?” I hear him ask in a concerned whisper as a result of my firm hold.
Immediately nodding I exhale a breath of air through my mouth which calms me a little. The expression that washes over Nate's face when he takes a quick peek at me is indescribable. It sends my heart bizarre and my eyes prick up with tears. I'm overwhelmed by the feelings I have for him, I know I've made the right decision. He looks so damn fine in a gorgeous grey tux with his black hair styled to perfection. Then, his flabbergasted expression reshapes into one of bliss and he throws me a cheeky wink. When Teddy and I arrive at the end of the aisle the priest welcomes the guests and says a prayer to offer a blessing over the marriage. Nate links his fingers with mine as Teddy goes to his seat next to Mum.
“You look incredibly beautiful, Alyssa.” He murmurs loudly enough for me to hear; gently stroking the back of my hand.
The blood flow to my cheeks increases causing them to turn a rosier shade and I smile sweetly. “Thank you.”

After Nate's friend reads passages from the Bible it's time for the vows to be said:

“I, Nate, take you, Alyssa May Dawber, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to love and cherish you, to keep you close and with faithfulness. To always be there when you need me, to make you laugh and to hold you when you cry. To hold you to the highest respect and to treat you the way you deserve - like a Princess - for the rest of my life.”

“People spend their lives searching for their soulmate, their one true love. Some are lucky to find the person they can truly call the better half of themselves, while others spend the rest of their lives searching and never finding. I'm happy to count myself lucky because I've found you. I know that you're the one for me and I can't wait to spend forever with you. I love you, Nate.”

We then exchange rings and have our Communion - the first act as a married couple.
To conclude the priest says, “I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Placing my hands on Nate's strong shoulders I tilt my head whilst his arms wrap around my waist. We both lean in for a light kiss and the congregation goes wild as our lips meet. Sparks fly and I get goosebumps all over. The tingles all over my body are just as strong as our first kiss. Just as I'm about to draw Nate further in to deepen the kiss the doors of the church fling open.
A voice shouts out, “STOP THE WEDDING!”
We break apart to see what all the commotion is about and the cheering dies down. A pregnant girl around my age is stood at the entrance with tears gushing down her face. She's small with short curly sunflower-blonde hair and brown eyes. Although she's clean in shorts, a white t-shirt and trainers, she looks disheveled... Somewhat disturbed. From head to toe (LITERALLY) she's covered in dark purple bruise marks and her left eye is so badly hurt that she can't even open it. It's like she's had an encounter with a bulldog or something of the equivalent. And I can tell she's traveled a long way to get here from not only the weary look on her face but the backpack and small suitcase she has. I feel sorry for her but I don't know why she's disrupted the wedding.
“Don't marry him, don't-don't make the same mistake as I did. He t-t-tried to k-k-kill me! He said he'd chop me up into pieces if I ever said anything or yank the baby out of me!” She blubbers walking closer to us. Gasps of shock echo through the church. “It's his baby, I'm pregnant for him. I didn't want someone else getting into this mess. He's been lying to you since the first day he spoke to you.”
A knot in my stomach tightens and my heart drops as she continues to speak. I can't believe it. In confusion I glance back at Nate only to see him looking like he's about to explode out in fury. I've never seen him like that and it scares me. Why would she lie about something as serious as this? Nate's arms around my waist stiffen as I struggle to get free. He's suffocating me which leads me to screaming at him to let go. Teddy and my cousin James come to my rescue and hold him back from me. “I've never met her before. She's lying babe! You have to believe me!” His voice is rammed with plea and he's almost in tears at this point.
“And his name's not Nate. It's Aston.”
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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:11 am

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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Mon Oct 17, 2011 6:42 am

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PostSubject: Re: Aston Stories and Dreams   Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:11 am

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