The Best Mistake

"Come on, Ashlyn. Wake the hell up!" I felt somebody gently tapping my forehead. I groaned, hoping it would go away. The blanket was wrapped tightly around my waist and I was warm; I didn't wanna move. The gentle taps soon turned harder and my eyes shot open, glaring at Jenn.

"Can I help you? I'm warm and I'm tired and I wanna sleep," I told her.

Jenn snorted. "I'd say you're warm," she said, crossing her arms.

I gave her a confused look, before looking down at my body. It was then that I realized that my blanket was below my knees. I saw an arm wrapped tightly around my waist, which explained where the warmth was coming from. Memories from last night came crashing to me. I guess in the middle of the night Nash must've done this, because there was no way he'd be holding onto me this tight and not have the intention to suffocate me.

I couldn't deny how good it felt to be in Nash's arms, but I couldn't ignore Jenn and all the questions she probably had. "Meet me in the kitchen. I'll be down in a few seconds," I told her. She gave me a flat look. "I'll make you waffles." That got her to smile widely and skip out of my room and down the steps.

After a couple seconds of struggling, I finally got Nash to release his grip on me. I stood up, fixing my clothes. "What're you doing?" I turned and saw Nash leaning on his elbow, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Going to make breakfast, you can go back to sleep," I mumbled, stretching my back.

"I probably won't be able to get back to sleep," he told me. That confused me, because judging by his voice it already sounded like he was halfway there. "So make me some food, princess." I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but decided I would anyway. "Oh, by the way?" I heard Nash say as I just stepped out of my door.

I turned around to look at him. "Yes, your majesty?" I asked.

He grinned. "You look oh so sexy in the morning, 'specially your hair," he said.

I rolled my eyes and flicked him off before walking to the kitchen. I saw Jenn sitting at the counter, with Eggo waffles, butter, syrup, chocolate syrup and strawberry syrup laid out in front of her. "I decided I'd get the ingredients," she told me, shrugging. "So make my delicious food and start talking."

I gave her a weird look before shaking my head. "Would you like chocolate covered elephants with your average breakfast?" I asked her sarcastically. "Or maybe tomato's with marsh mellows shoved inside of them?"

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Just get to making my food, woman," she said.

Nash.

I groaned after Ashlyn had left her bedroom. To make matters worse, I looked at the clock and it was only 10 am. I mean, seriously? Who wakes up this early on their own? I was tired and I just wanted to sleep. But since Ashlyn was no longer here, I didn't want the nightmares to occur.

I knew I had a nightmare last night; it's a pretty inevitable fact by now. Plus when I woke up my heart was racing and my head hurt. But the strange thing was that I couldn't remember what I'd dreamt about. I couldn't remember what happened in it or anything. I assumed this was Ashlyn's doing. The night that I was drunk and Levi picked me up with her and Jas, the same thing happened. Normally, no matter how wasted or fucked up I am, I always remember my nightmare. But that night- once again- I couldn't recall a single damn thing.

As much as I liked it, it freaked me the hell out. I haven't known Ashlyn for that long and I already wanna spill my entire life story out to her. I felt like she wouldn't judge me or pity me or anything once I do. She had this crazy effect on me and I didn't like it. Which is exactly why I'm refusing any sort of relationship with her.

I know, that's kinda weird considering I've initiated every time we've kissed. But it's the damn effect she has on me. I feel things when I around her; not just the pathetic little crush I'm getting, but I tend to feel the anger toward my father; the sadness toward my mother; the sympathy for my brother. And those are things I work really fucking hard at ignoring. It's scary. It took me awhile to tell Jas that my mom was murdered and I already felt the want to tell Ashlyn how she was killed.

I groaned again, hitting my head against the wall. I really fucking hate Ashlyn.

Ashlyn.

"What the fuck are you eating?" I heard, causing me to stop talking. I told Jenn every detail; minus Nash telling me about his mom. I figured that was a little on the personal side, so I didn't repeat it.

I turned to the voice and Nash came walking in, looking at Jenn's plate in disgust. I didn't really blame him, either; on Jenn's waffles, there was maple, chocolate and strawberry syrup, butter and rainbow sprinkles.

Jenn rolled her eyes, shoving a bite in her mouth. "Don' knock it 'til ya try it," she said through a mouthful of waffles.

"Yeah, I'll take my waffles normal," Nash said, continuing to look at Jenn weirdly.

I chuckled before putting two more waffles in the toaster. "You know, it's not that hard to make. All you've got to do is put the waffles in the toaster, put butter and syrup on it then- ta da! Waffles ready," I explained to the two. Jenn continued to eat; Nash just shrugged and took a seat next to Jenn, laying his head over his crossed arms.

"Ashlyn! We're home!" I froze at the voice. "Ooh, something smells go- oh, who is this?" Aw fuck.