Give me my cheetos! -OPEN-

[ASHTON COLE JOHNSON]

<sup>Ashton didn’t like staying in his room anymore. It woudnt be so bad but… he wasn’t too keen on his roommate. Not that he had actually had much for conversing with him, but anyone that wasn’t himself was not someone he was keen on sharing a room with. His roommate wasn’t in right now and he should really take the opportunity to enjoy his solitude, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to do something, be somewhere else. Besides… he was bored. He debated on going down to the music room to visit peter and maybe he still would, but peter had said he would see him later so maybe peter didn’t want him to go down there. He didn’t know. Whatever… didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if he had to be around him 24/7. Maybe that’s what peter thought. Maybe …

Ashton stopped and mentally shook his head. No… He sighed pulling his stuff out. He moved over to the opened window. He had no idea if his roommate cared that ashton left the window open, nor did he care really. He rolled up a joint, wrapping it back up right away and stuffing it back where hed gotten it. He glanced around. He knew no one was with him, but so what it was habit. He just.. Was making sure. He then moved back to the window and sat down, lighting the joint and just relaxing back as he smoked it. Ashton closed his eyes, his ears open to the sounds around him. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He was supposed to be quitting. Its what his aim had been and… even now more so. Peter didn’t like it. He knew that, but he just hasn’t been able to bring himself to fully stop. it’s a calmer for him, and hes not sure what hed do without it.

Once ashton finished, he stood up going into the bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. He lifted his shirt, taking a sniff of it and making a face. The window did help with keeping the smell from being over bearing, but it didn’t mean he still couldn’t smell it on himself. He decided a quick shower would do. Besides he was feeling a little greasy and if peter did come over it would be better not to wreak of smoke. Licking his lips he moved to his closet. Grabbing some clothes he then walked over to make sure the door was still locked. The only one that could get in was his roommate then. He didn’t want any surprises.

Heading into the bathroom he locked the door and set about undressing. The water was welcoming and he liked the feel of it on his skin. It instantly making him feel cleaner. He closed his eyes just letting the hot water run over him. Ashton always used hot water, hot enough to make his skin red from it. Upon first feeling it, it did feel uncomfortable, but it was necessary and he knew his body would get used to it. Ashton washed himself up, taking much longer then probably needed, but he liked to make sure he was completely clean. His hair washed and conditioned and then he sat under the water again. One hand bracing against the shower the other running over his chest and shoulders in a slow kind of lazy way.

Ashton was so relaxed right now he had forgotten he was still in the shower, hell he was starting to think maybe he had passed out for a little bit there, he didn’t know. The water was cooling and he sighed, shutting it off. Might as well, his stomach was demanding food. Stepping out and drying himself he got dressed. Ashton didn’t even glance in the mirror as he brushed his teeth and then combed his hair. He hated looking at himself, he knew what was there and it was the same every day. Nothing ever changed.

The outfit he wore was a plain black t-shirt with a grayish colored vest and black pinstriped pants with an even blacker color for the thing pinstripes that went through it. He wore a grayish looking belt with it. To top it off he put his cabby hat on. It was better then the damn mass of annoyingly slightly curly hair that he had no ambition to straighten. He knew pieces probably curled out under the hat, but whatever. The majority of it was covered.

As he headed out of the room he looked down at his phone. Should he text peter? God he hated technology. Hated phones the most. The internet wasn’t too bad, but the phones… hell he didn’t even like normal phones but then they go and make them even more accessible and usable. Not to mention they were replacing nearly everything. Fuck you could go on the internet with them, you could do your daily planning with them. You could.. Fucking nearly do everything as long as you paid the cost.

His stomach growled in protest again. Im fucking working on it. he growled at it. He made his way down towards the vending machines, his hand slipping into his pocket to pull out some change. There were a few, and god now he had to fucking choose what he wanted. Blinking golden eyes moved over the selections. For fucks sake there should only be one and it should only give a few selections god this was…

CHEETOS AND RAISENETTES!

FUCK MAN! he smirked slipping in the change and hitting the buttons that he needed. He watched as the little hook started to turn and the bag of cheetos started to move forward but then stopped. He frowned and blinked realizing that someone must have missed one of the hooks on the cheetos. Goddammit! He growled and put more money in, the hook turning again but this time as the bag started to fall it got caught up on the hook not even dangling enough for it to fall.

Ashtons eyes widened as they darkened with barely suppressed anger. What the fuck! he kicked the machine but it did nothing and of course the machine had to be a middle one. He put his hands on the sides of it, but there was no moving it. It wasn’t that easy to shake a middle machine. you mother fucker give me my goddamn cheetos before I kick your mother fucking ass! he kicked the machine again. Oh god he was so damn hungry he just wanted some goddamn cheetos why was it doing this, why did it hate him so, he gave it money for christ sakes… Twice! Now it was supposed to give him FOOD!

Ashton grabbed the top maybe if he could get it to tip forward, christ was this thing fucking glued to the goddamn floor. What the hell is wrong with you! You’re a fucking salesman. The rules are we make a transaction. I give you money you give me goddamn food! he yelled at it. Now I want my goddamn cheetos!

Ashton shook his head. He was not going to be an idiot and try and reach his hand up, he knew that the door blocked going up. Besides even if not then the cheetos were too high for him to reach. He wanted to punch it but the you cant break plexiglass and of course running into it would do no good. He glared at the two surrounding it. You’re fucking lucky you’ve got you’re goddamn body guards blocking me, or I’d have you down for the goddamn count in two seconds flat. he threatened.

Yeah he probably looked psychotic glaring angrily at a vending machine as he yelled threats at it, but right now all ashton could think about was how at damn machine jipped him and there was no way in hell he was feeding it anymore of his money. No way in hell. He stepped up to it. give me my damn cheetos.. he grabbed the top again seeing if he couldn’t get more momentum to do shake it this time.</sup>

[AUBREEN LAURA AVERY]

<sup>The petite blonde lately had found herself becoming increasingly bored and lonely. Everyday seemed monotonously the same and that wasn’t like Aubreen. She was the kind of person that liked to have fun, liked to go out and investigate the world around her – she liked to be anywhere but sitting on her bed. So upon waking up this morning, it wasn’t so much of a struggle to get her out of her warm and comfortable bed. She happily jumped into the shower, getting nice and clean before brushing her teeth and dusting her face lightly with some makeup. Bree wasn’t sure how people managed their days without the magic of makeup; it was just completely beyond her. The young woman would feel completely and utterly naked if there wasn’t that tiny layer of powder, mascara, and eyeliner between her and the outside world. It just, needed to be done in Bree’s eyes. It was only natural. Of course, continuing on from that, she dressed herself before walking out of her dorm room. She tried to be as quiet as she could upon getting ready and leaving. Her roommate had seemed to be more of a partying night owl than Aubreen was. Not that Bree particularly minded; she just didn’t find it amusing if the girl stumbled back in drunk. Being woken up by throwing up or loud obnoxious talking wasn’t something the blonde really liked.

Her feet gently tapped against the linoleum flooring. Her white lacy dress swaying with her hips as she walked slowly and calmly down the hallway. Her hands were placed deep inside the front pockets of her jean vest, her hair looking a little messy as per usual. Maybe the girl hadn’t been able to rope a boyfriend during her time spent here due to her image. Back in high school, back when she was still best friends with her first “love” as she may put it; getting guys was easier. Aubreen thought about this for a while. It wasn’t something she usually let bother her. Who needed boys? So far they had only ever caused her heartbreak and troubles. Both things the young woman needed neither of. Eyes glanced up from the floor to the walls, looking at the poster boards and announcements. She never usually read them, maybe she should. Maybe she’d find the love of her life at some group talk session (how promising right?). A soft sigh left her soft pink lips.

Aubreen was getting pretty hungry; she hadn’t grabbed anything from her room to eat. No little secret treats that she kept hidden around her room. She sort of wished she did at this moment. Her stomach was grinding, twisting and churning for tiny scraps only to find that it was completely empty. It cried out to her in low and embarrassing growls. A few people seemed to turn their heads and look awkwardly at the girl. It wasn’t like she was intentionally making these noises. The female placed her hand over her stomach, patting it lightly as if in some weird and twisted way that would cure her stomach’s impatient attitude. Obviously, it did nothing of the sort. Instead, her stomach obnoxiously began to get louder. Maybe it was karma or simply her case of bad luck, but she really wish the embarrassing sounds would stop. She was going to get food. it was part of the reason she had made a trip out of her bedroom anyway. She needed some tea and a muffin to start her day off right. Especially one she was planning on spending outside and away from the institute. It was nice and sunny out, completely warm and inviting.

The female began to grow a little worrisome. She could hear shaking, large bursts of noise coming from the main lobby. Just round the next corner to where she had been walking. Bree wasn’t sure what to expect really. There were many types and kinds that came to St. Johns and she wouldn’t want to be caught between someone nasty and their bag of chips. As she rounded the corner, she spotted a male being rather violent with the vending machine. He looked a little under fed. He was plenty taller than her but nearly the same shade of white. His colourful language intrigued her. It wasn’t everyday that you could hear someone yelling and screaming at a vending machine about not given a person their treats. Aubreen hadn’t felt like interjecting into the situation just yet. She leaned against the wall, a little bit away from the machine so she wouldn’t exactly be in his line of sight.

Reaching into her pocket, she wondered how much money she had on her. Bree saw that this guy really wanted his cheetos, maybe she could help him out with what spare change she had. Digging through the things she found in her pocket; some gum, change, and an elastic. There seemed to be more than enough change for the both of them, so carefully she moved closer to the male. Thinking his encounter with the machine had died down just a little. “Hey..” Aubreen said softly, not really wanting to startle the other. “Is the machine causing you issues?” No Aubreen, way to go, way to be the smartest cookie. Of course the male was having issues. He had only cursed enough to give her great aunt a heart attack. “I have some extra change if you’d like to try again?” Her hand was extended toward the male. “I’m Aubreen... I guess I should have said that first, oh well.” Her smile widened a little, a small laugh escaping out through her lungs. It was something the blonde did often, giggle, chuckle, any sort of laughter. She wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.</sup>

TAGGED : ASHTON
COUNT : NINE HUNDRED SEVENTY-TWO
NOTES : SORRY THAT IT'S PRETTY CRAPPY~

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