Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 2

Ashley's pov

I sauntered downstairs, already knowing what to expect from hearing the loud shouting from the boys. I groan rolling my eyes when I reach the bottom. "You guys are loud." I whine walking over to the three boys on the couch. They were busy watching football.

"Fucking Christ, did you see that?!" Arden yelled, tossing some popcorn at the TV. "Boo!" He grunt before taking a handful of popcorn and stuffed his mouth.

"What a fucking loser!" Ryan agreed, his face had turned a shade of red. Either he was mad or he was currently suffering from the heat in this house.

("This guy sucks ass!")

"Questo ragazzo succhia il culo!" Blake chuckles. The rest join him and I'm left utterly confused. Does Arden even know what Blake just said?

Am I seriously being ignored here? Letting out a breath of irritation, I plod over to the kitchen area, leaving the boys screaming at the television. So much for ‘hurry up and get ready.’

I take off the scrunchie that was wrapped around the bone of my wrist and weaved my silky black hair through it until the strands were off my back.

Some tendrils still fluttered on my forehead but it wasn't enough to irk me. "Morning mom." I greeted her. She was busy cooking lunch, her back facing me as she circled a spoon in the pan before her.

She turned around just enough so I could see her face to send me a warm smile. "Morning baby, you woke up late. You're lucky I saved you some breakfast, your dad and brother almost finished it all." She laughed.

I sat down on one of the stools, resting my forearm on the cold marble counter. "Well technically I woke up early, I was just busy reading that's all." I admitted sheepishly.

She puts off the stove, spoon in hand as she twirls around to face me. A red sauce coated the spoon, its scent making my belly grumble. She walks over to me.

"How many times must I say that your stomach comes before books Ashley? Books can wait, I do not want you to starve." She scolds nearing me.

I chew on my plump bottom lip and looked down in shame,feeling like a little kid. "I know mommy. This one was just-" I looked for a word to describe the book I had yet to finish.

"Interesting." I finished off with a blush. I prayed mom wouldn't notice my now redden face. I should've left my hair down.

She holds out the spoon and gestures for me to taste. I run a finger on the spoon, the sauce covers it. I draw it to my mouth and suck in the delicious sauce. "Hmmm." I moaned, sucking my finger.

Mom's eyes widen in satisfaction, a beaming smile plastering on her lips. Her hair falls loosely over her shoulder, the tips softly touching the end of her blue t-shirt. Her eyes crinkle at the corner as she continues to smile. She hadn't aged a bit. She was exactly the same, beautiful. Explains why dad can’t leave her alone.

"It's good?" She questions though she already knew the answer for this question.

"When have you ever cooked anything disgusting? Well apart from that turkey last year that you burnt." I jabbed before giggling. She narrows her eyes that were identical to mine. The glasses slide down my nose a tad bit. I pushed it back into place and smiled at mom. "Now can I have my breakfast mom?" I ask.

"Mrs Collins can I have some breakfast too?" Blake comes strolling in. He stops behind me, his body emanating a roll of heat. His shirt brushed my back and I involuntarily suck in a sharp breath. Stop it Ashley, he's your best friend.

"Ley what's the point of eating when we're about to head to Belle's?" He laughs and tugs my ponytail. I twist my head to look at him. Green eyes meet blue and we stare. "What's the point of asking for breakfast when we're about to go?" I countered back. I turn around and shrugged. "Besides I skipped breakfast earlier and I'm famished."