Alex’s POV

The exchange student from Germany was absolutely beautiful, but it seemed like she didn’t realize. Yes, I had been a complete dick towards her, but I didn’t know how else to act. She was, like, my complete opposite. I only cared about the band and punk music, but here she was, showing off that she was going to go to Juilliard. Juilliard for fuck’s sake! They have, like, a 6% acceptance rate. I couldn’t compete with that. She was a perfect human being and I totally wasn’t. I mean, look at me. Where was I going to go? Tour in a band for a couple of months before we all get bored and live a miserable life?

And her smile. Oh my god. It’s, like, perfect. Everything about her was so fuckable. I would totally do her if it weren’t for the fact that she annoyed the shit out of me. Here I was, expecting to have to share my bathroom with some crazy ass German chick, but no. Ash had to come with her perfect waist, boobs, and butt. It was just, like, ugh, definitely masturbating material. Speaking of which, I was totally doing it right now. My parents were out and I found her instagram profile. She had fucking bikini pictures on there! How could I resist! I’m a teenage boy, which normal teenage boy doesn’t do it? It wasn’t my fault that-

The door to my bedroom opened and I made eye contact with her. I tried to cover myself up, but failed miserably. There was nothing around me that I could throw over myself and my boxers were at my ankles. What does a boy have to do to masturbate in peace around here?

“Get the fuck out!” I screamed, but she managed to run out and slam the door behind her before I could even open my mouth.

“It’s ok, I have a 13 year old brother. I’m not judging,” she shouted back through the door.

“Fucking leave!”

“Sorry.”

If you thought that would get me out of the mood, it totally didn’t. I kept going, looking through her photos until I finished off and wiped everything clean. She had only been here for a couple of days and she already walked in on me, something I hoped would never happen over the course of the four months she was staying. How often was it going to happen? Maybe I would catch her in the moment at some point, if you know what I mean. A couple more mental images to keep for later.

I quickly pulled up my boxers and put on some skinny jeans before walking out and going to what was now her bedroom. She was looking around in her suitcase, her butt in plain view. Hot damn, it was perfect. I quickly struck a ‘casual’ pose, which consisted of me leaning against her doorpost with one hand at my head level and the other on my hip, when she turned around.

“What you doing?” I asked her, my voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

She pulled something out and started talking to me, but I drifted off. How many dicks had she had inside of her? She was definitely pretty enough to have fucked all the boys at her old school, no matter how big the school was. Being a boy myself, I definitely knew that they wouldn’t have been able to keep their hands off of her. She was so fucking hot.

Ash snapped her fingers in front of my face, “earth calling Alex! I was telling you why I went in to your room in the first place, but you seem to still be thinking about whatever you were looking at in there.”

“Oh, umm, uhh…” I stuttered and looked at her appealing facial features.

“Have you washed your hands?”

Why the fuck was she so casual about this? She was supposed to be uncomfortable and awkwardly push me out of her room, not ask me whether or not I washed my hands. She was seriously fucked up. The only reason I would want her to stay here is because she was hot. Imagination sometimes worked the best.

“Oh, umm, no, I’ll go, uh, do that then,” I walked out of the room and quickly washed my hands. never had I ever had somebody say that to me. But then again, nobody had ever walked in on me before, except for Jack, but we were seriously drunk that one time and didn’t give a shit.

When I went back to Ash’s room I saw her rolling out the poster she had taken out of her suitcase when I was still daydreaming about her.

“Do you, umm, still need help?” I awkwardly fumbled with my fingers.

“Yeah, I want to hang this up, can you help me put it up straight?” she walked up to the empty patch of wall she wanted to hang it up, right next to the window.

“Umm, yeah,” I took one of the sides and helped stick it up with some tape before looking at what was actually on the poster. It was a map. Some of the countries were blank, but most of them were colored in in several colours.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“If you would have listened instead of thinking about porn, you would have known,” she rolled her eyes and got a purple pencil from her backpack, “I color in every country I’ve been to. America is split up in states, so that’s pretty cool. Now I can add Maryland.”

I laughed at her pronunciation, “it’s Maryland, as in Mair-uh-lund, not Mary-land.”

She glared at me and I raised my hands up in defense, “you’ve been to a lot of places.”

“Yep,” she started working on the small state, “my mom got me this when I was six. By the time I was 10, nearly half of it was already half full.”

“That’s awesome. I want to travel the world.”

“It’s pretty fun, I was just lucky enough to have parents that were able to pay for everything.”

“Yeah… Anyway, what’s up with your accent?” I leaned against the wall, “you came from Germany, but you don’t sound or look German, and you speak English with your family.”

“That’s because I’m originally British,” she put the pencil back, “we moved when I was four. My dad’s British, so I keep my half British accent from him, but I don’t sound too English because of my 13 years in Germany. I’m still known as the ‘British Kid’ in my school, even though I’ve been at the school longer than most of the kids.”

“Ahh, makes sense. I’m going to call you the European Chick. That sounds right,” I smirked and walked out of her room. Her story was very interesting, but I had to keep my reputation up. I couldn’t just stop being a dick to her.

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Ash’s POV

I watched as Alex left. He was so confusing. People always say girls are confusing, but Alex Gaskarth was a prime example of guys being messed up as well. One moment he would be so annoying and the next we would have a normal civilized conversation before he starts making fun of me again. He definitely thought he was a lot cooler than he actually was.

I was broken out of my trance by things hitting my window. Before the window could break, I walked over to it and opened it, just to be hit fitha pebble in my face. Jack was standing on the sidewalk and grinned when he saw me. I rolled my eyes, grabbed the rock from my floor and threw it at him as hard as I could. He screamed and jumped like a scared girl.

“Alex, your boyfriend is here throwing stones at my window!” I yelled inside.

Moments later he showed up, “boyfriend? I’m not gay, I don’t have a- Jack, what are you doing here? You know the door’s open.”

“I’m not here for you, you dipshit, I’m here for her,” Jack shouted back at him.

“You’re here for me?” I pointed at myself and squinted my eyes.

“Yeah,” he grinned like a fool.

“You will only be here for me when you’ve learnt Romeo’s speech to Juliet at the balcony by heart, recite it to me, and climb up the side of this house. Until then, you’re only here for Alex,” with that I closed the window and saw Jack stomp his foot before walking inside.

“Alex, I’m here to hang out with you!” He closed the door and went up the stairs.

“No, you’re not,” Alex shook his head, but still took him to his room.

There was no way I was going to let Jack act like that around me. I wasn’t here to find a boyfriend or have a one night stand, I was here for experience and school. The only way to get rid of him would be to give him an impossible task. Shakespeare was already difficult to learn by heart, for someone like Jack it would be impossible.

I looked around and my eyes settled on a pile of clothes. I had accumulated quite a bit of laundry already for the couple of days I had been staying here. With nothing else to do, I collected it and went to put it in the washing machine, when I walked past Alex’s room and decided to knock to check whether he also had any laundry. They called me in and I opened the door.

“I just wanted to see if you had any laundry you needed washed,” I nodded at Alex.

“Umm, yeah, it’s over there,” he pointed at a basket.

I put my clothes in it as well and picked up everything, now having an easier way to transport it. I went to walk out when Jack stopped me.

“Is that a bra I see?” He smirked and reached into the heap of clothes.

I slapped his hand away and blushed. There was no way I needed them seeing my underwear.

“So, how’s your summer vacation be so far?” He winked.

“The only thing keeping me sane is my eight year old brother calling me about ghosts he found that are obviously not there. What do you think?” I scoffed. Maybe going home wasn’t a bad idea right now.

“You know, my parents aren’t home right now. You could always come over, and we could have some fun, if you know what I mean.”

Alex burst out laughing while Jack raised his eyebrows at me and licked his lips. These guys really were the worst.

“You are either a pathetic virgin or way too full of yourself. I’m guessing both,” I retorted.

Alex started hollering and chanting ‘fight’.

“I would know whether or not I’m a virgin, darling. You could ask the girl that came over last night, or the one before that, or before that.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those guys. You know, makes a girl feel special for a day so they will sleep with you, but deep down inside you know you will never find love. You’re just a lonely guy who thinks having sex will make them feel slightly happier. But at the end of the day you know you’re worthless and just have another girl to add to your book of girls you have slept with.”

“Come on, babe, you know it’s not true. Come over here and I’ll show you,” Jack was practically undressing me with his eyes.

I felt disgusted and cheap. Never had I ever talked like that. My tactic used to be to ignore and walk away, and here I was, talking back to someone who didn’t even care. I walked out and slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. After finding the washing machines, I poured all the clothes in, not caring much about different colors. Tears clouded my vision as I poured in some soap before figuring out which setting to put it on. The white metal box started vibrating and I slid down the wall, holding out my hands to catch me before I hit the floor too hard. I folded my arms and rested my head on my knees, letting the tears fall freely, nobody was here to see me anyway. Or so I thought.

“Yo, Jack, you made her cry!” Alex said from the doorway.

Jack rushed out of Alex’s bedroom, “What!”

I started standing up and tried to push past them, “I don’t need you making fun of me crying.”

But they blocked the way and Alex ordered, “what’s wrong?”

I shook my head. They they really not know? Wasn’t it obvious? This time I looked Jack right in the eye, “I haven’t cried since the day my mom died. Are you happy now!”

I managed to break free and locked myself in the bathroom. This was the only room I actually knew had a lock, I wasn’t going to risk running to my room and have them come in. And for the time being I could just take a nice relaxing shower.

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Alex’s POV

I knocked on Ash’s door. I really felt bad about what Jack and I did to her, she didn’t deserve that. She was actually a nice girl and we just kept pushing her. Jack had already left and hour or so ago without saying sorry or even a goodbye to her. Even though he looked shocked after Ash said that she hadn’t cried in years, he didn’t seem fazed by it. It was like he didn’t even care that he made her cry. I, on the other hand, actually saw her pain. I didn’t know why she reacted like this, but she definitely didn’t like it. Girls normally liked it when talked like that around them.

“Come in,” a muffled voice said.

I entered the room and saw Ash sitting of the floor with her back against her bed, writing something on paper. Her hair was damp and her face was clear of any makeup she wore. She still looked amazing.

“Hey, umm,” I took a seat next to her without asking, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault that you guys are self absorbed, it’s just how you are,” she kept writing, not taking her eyes off the paper.

Ouch. That actually hurt. I didn’t think I was that bad. Sure, I sometimes acted like a dick to hide my self consciousness, but was I really overdoing it to make it seem like I was some asshole? I just meant to be funny, not to actually hurt somebody.

“No, I’m actually sorry. I didn’t mean to act like this towards you. It’s just, you are perfect, and well then there’s me. I didn’t actually mean to hurt your feelings.”

“I would say you didn’t hurt my feelings, but you actually did, so…”

This approach didn’t seem to work. I had annoyed her too much to make her think I was joking around again and not actually giving her a genuine apology. Somehow I had to make her believe me. I wasn’t going to live with her if she felt like this about me.

“So, umm, what are you writing?” I tried a different method.

“A song,” she crossed something out.

“What! No way, I write songs as well. Can I see?”

“I doubt you can read it.”

I was about to argue, but I was already given the pages and saw what she meant. This was actually sheet music with notes and a treble and bass clef. I never learned how to read this, but she actually knew how to write her own. This was fucking awesome.

“Yep, you’re right,” I nodded, “I can’t read this. I write lyrics and add chords and riffs, it’s different. It’s so awesome that you can do this, though! How do you know what sounds right?”

“I don’t,” she shrugged and took the pages back, “I started it at home with my piano, but here I don’t have anything. So, I just have to do with my imagination and knowledge.”

“Hmm… We have a thing that’s, like, a mix between an electric piano and a keyboard, downstairs. I tried learning how to play it, but gave up after a while. It’s not being used anymore. We can move up in here. I can only imagine how it must be torture without your instrument.”

“I’d like that, thank you.”

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” I crossed my fingers.

“I guess so, Alexander Gaskarth,” she smiled and went back to drawing music notes.

Notes

Is this story good so far? I don't know what I'm doing. I'm trying my best to make Alex's POV and Ash's POV sound different by using different language. Is it working? I don't know if theis is good! Am I going to fast already?

SO MANY QUESTIONS!