You're Asking Me about the weather? P7
Pairing: Jackson and Ashley
Rating: R, language
Disclaimer: real people, I just like to dream
Previously: Twilight has wrapped. What does this mean for them?
Ashley sat glumly at her vanity mirror, fixing her hair up, as there was a loud knock at the door. The knocking continued until Ashley got up.
“Coming!” She opened the door wide, not very surprised to see Rachelle on the other side.
“Hi! You look awesome sweetie, I love those leggings.” Rachelle grinned as she squeezed passed Ashley, coming to sit on the bed.
“By all means, come right in…” Ashley muttered, closing the door behind her.
Rachelle frowned. Her best friend was rarely cranky, and never towards her.
“Ash, is everything ok?”
Ashley returned to the mirror, nodding as she continued to mess with her hair.
“Yea, I’m fine, just…my hair won’t sit the way I want it to…” She trailed off and frowned. Rachelle nodded, eying up a magazine sitting on Ashley’s bed. She began flipping through the pages absentmindedly before her attention was diverted.
“Fuck!” Ashley yelled, throwing the hairbrush down in frustration. In an instant Rachelle stood beside her, trying to calm her a little.
“Whoa….Ash sweetie, this isn’t about your hair is it?”
Ashley looked to Rachelle’s reflection, her frown softening as she shook her head, starting to cry. Rachelle quickly wrapped her arms around Ashley, rubbing over her back.
“Sweetheart talk to me…”
“It’s dumb…” the brunette mumbled, sniffing softly as she hugged into the redhead.
“Not if it’s upsetting you this much, sweetie, please?”
Rachelle watched as Ashley pulled back, sinking onto the chair in front of the mirror, her head slumped into her hands as she cried.
“Ashley…seriously, talk to me”.
“It’s….Jackson…” She managed through her tears, reaching for a tissue to wipe her already smeared makeup.
“Aw sweetie what do you mean? Did you guys get into a fight or something?”
Ashley shook her head, her tears subsiding a little.
“No…I just…Rachelle what do we do now that it’s over? Are WE over too? We’ve never talked about anything…I tried to earlier…but, I don’t know..” She looked up, her expression heartbreaking. Rachelle knelt in front of her, taking Ashley’s small hands in hers.
“So talk to him. REALLY talk to him. If you don’t you’ll never know, and you stand to loose something that has the potential to be wonderful”.
Ashley sniffed, wiping her nose with the tissue.
“Wonderful..?” she asked, her voice soft.
Rachelle smiled gently and nodded, reaching to Ashley’s cheek to remove a smudge of mascara that now sat there.
“I’ve seen the way you too look at each other. Everyone has. You two owe it to yourselves to make a go of this”.
Ashley smiled, leaning close to Rachelle.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re the best?”
***
Jackson sat in the restaurant with the majority of the male cast. They got ready much faster than the girls. Except for Kristen; she was already cuddled next to Rob, whispering in his ear. Peter was telling them all a story, but Jackson’s mind kept wondering, as did his eyes. He’d had them fixed on the door since they sat down, and every time it opened he hoped to see his wifey.
Just as Jackson had ordered another drink for himself the front door swung open, and in came Rachelle, a mass of gorgeous red hair and full of smiles. She held the hand of the person Jackson had been waiting for. Ashley. She looked even shorter next to Rachelle, her long brown hair curled loosely, her bangs fixed off her face. His eyes met hers quickly and she smiled a little, her hand slipping from Rachelle’s. Jackson scooted down the bench a little, smiling as Ashley slipped her coat off and took a seat next to him, her small hand slipping into his under the table.
She knew they needed to talk. He knew it too. For now though, they were content in enjoying each other’s company.
Rating: R, language
Disclaimer: real people, I just like to dream
Previously: Twilight has wrapped. What does this mean for them?
Ashley sat glumly at her vanity mirror, fixing her hair up, as there was a loud knock at the door. The knocking continued until Ashley got up.
“Coming!” She opened the door wide, not very surprised to see Rachelle on the other side.
“Hi! You look awesome sweetie, I love those leggings.” Rachelle grinned as she squeezed passed Ashley, coming to sit on the bed.
“By all means, come right in…” Ashley muttered, closing the door behind her.
Rachelle frowned. Her best friend was rarely cranky, and never towards her.
“Ash, is everything ok?”
Ashley returned to the mirror, nodding as she continued to mess with her hair.
“Yea, I’m fine, just…my hair won’t sit the way I want it to…” She trailed off and frowned. Rachelle nodded, eying up a magazine sitting on Ashley’s bed. She began flipping through the pages absentmindedly before her attention was diverted.
“Fuck!” Ashley yelled, throwing the hairbrush down in frustration. In an instant Rachelle stood beside her, trying to calm her a little.
“Whoa….Ash sweetie, this isn’t about your hair is it?”
Ashley looked to Rachelle’s reflection, her frown softening as she shook her head, starting to cry. Rachelle quickly wrapped her arms around Ashley, rubbing over her back.
“Sweetheart talk to me…”
“It’s dumb…” the brunette mumbled, sniffing softly as she hugged into the redhead.
“Not if it’s upsetting you this much, sweetie, please?”
Rachelle watched as Ashley pulled back, sinking onto the chair in front of the mirror, her head slumped into her hands as she cried.
“Ashley…seriously, talk to me”.
“It’s….Jackson…” She managed through her tears, reaching for a tissue to wipe her already smeared makeup.
“Aw sweetie what do you mean? Did you guys get into a fight or something?”
Ashley shook her head, her tears subsiding a little.
“No…I just…Rachelle what do we do now that it’s over? Are WE over too? We’ve never talked about anything…I tried to earlier…but, I don’t know..” She looked up, her expression heartbreaking. Rachelle knelt in front of her, taking Ashley’s small hands in hers.
“So talk to him. REALLY talk to him. If you don’t you’ll never know, and you stand to loose something that has the potential to be wonderful”.
Ashley sniffed, wiping her nose with the tissue.
“Wonderful..?” she asked, her voice soft.
Rachelle smiled gently and nodded, reaching to Ashley’s cheek to remove a smudge of mascara that now sat there.
“I’ve seen the way you too look at each other. Everyone has. You two owe it to yourselves to make a go of this”.
Ashley smiled, leaning close to Rachelle.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re the best?”
***
Jackson sat in the restaurant with the majority of the male cast. They got ready much faster than the girls. Except for Kristen; she was already cuddled next to Rob, whispering in his ear. Peter was telling them all a story, but Jackson’s mind kept wondering, as did his eyes. He’d had them fixed on the door since they sat down, and every time it opened he hoped to see his wifey.
Just as Jackson had ordered another drink for himself the front door swung open, and in came Rachelle, a mass of gorgeous red hair and full of smiles. She held the hand of the person Jackson had been waiting for. Ashley. She looked even shorter next to Rachelle, her long brown hair curled loosely, her bangs fixed off her face. His eyes met hers quickly and she smiled a little, her hand slipping from Rachelle’s. Jackson scooted down the bench a little, smiling as Ashley slipped her coat off and took a seat next to him, her small hand slipping into his under the table.
She knew they needed to talk. He knew it too. For now though, they were content in enjoying each other’s company.