(David pov)
With Ash's insistent pouting that I stop calling him babe I began to feel warm inside. Something about teasing Ash was nerve wracking, but fun.
Once the bus began to move Josh decided to make his move. "Ash are you going to the festival?"
"No. I can't."
"Why?" I inquired
"It'll be boring and I have family issues… as well as my birthday" with the ladder mumbled, yet these two jocks were hearing experts.
"It's on your birthday?"
"What family issues?"
"How will it be boring?"
It seems Josh and I are bombarding him with questions but we were both genuinely curious.
***
(I'm Ash's bedroom)
"Ugh…" Ash was lazily slouched on his bed, tired from the two 'bullies' constant questions.
Somehow, they convinced the shut-in to go to the festival, but Ash lied through his teeth and planned on not going anyways.
Lost in his train of though, the door swung open with his aunt in view.
While one would think the good genes would be in the family, but it seems his aunt didn't take the memo. Red hair, pimples at 42, crooked teeth, lunging out asking to be ripped off, a longer nose than the Nile River, on top her shirt crusted in sweat even though all she did was open a door.
"Why is the food not made yet!"
"It should be cooking currently…"
'Fuck, that's why' his eyes trailed over to his cousin, who had a striking resemblance to her mom, with a sly grin spread from cheek to cheek.
***
(Trinity Valor pov aka Ash's younger cousin)
Flailing around the house I can't help but wonder where I Ash is. Where's the slut when you need him?
However a fragrance wafted it's way over calling me as I trampled over.
Ash is the only one that cooks so what is that smell doing when he's not home yet?
Walking to the doorframe of the kitchen, there he is.
"Alright, now I just need to wait for thirty minutes."
So Ash is cooking.
As Ash turned around to walk to his bedroom, Trinity dove, making way behind the living room couch.
With Ash gone, her plan began.
Tip toeing over, she looked over the pot of treasure with interest.
"Oops." She remarked, not sorry at all that she just broke the crockpot and wasted food.
With great tenacity, and her head held high she walked into her mothers study.
"Mother, is Ash home yet?" She asked suppressing her plan.
"Yes, the faggot should be cooking dinner right now sweetie."
"Okay!" Trinity began to trot to the kitchen like a pro actor.
"Mom! Mom! He-h-he" she pinched herself to cry, acting miserable just to get him in trouble.
"Sweetie what's wrong."
"He broke the family heirloom crockpot.
Yep, this bitch Trinity broke a 3 generation crockpot just to get her cousin in trouble.