A day before Re-createing the first meet.
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Ashton grumbled under his breath as Damien called him.
Why can't this son of his favourite aunty let him sleep peacefully? He though and searched for his phone near the night stand.
Picking it up from the night stand, he answered the call, still half asleep.
"I need you help! " Damien's stern voice blared from the phone and Ashton scrunched his face in annoyance.
Always ordering people around! Why can't he just understand that he needs to sleep? AMD WHO NEED HELP AT THREE FREAKING AM? He thoughts of murdering Damien by frying him in hot, boiling oil came into halt as Damien called his name.
"Ash, you there? " Damien asked in confusion, while Ashton glared at no one in particular ,with his half sleepy eyes.
"Well, hello to you too, Honey pooh! " He said, his each words dipping in sarcasm.
