#officalumhood

MY QUESTIONS:


1. What is your biggest ambition?

To change the world. 

2. What is your favorite book and why?

Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver. It's about a girl who gets to relive the day she dies until she gets it right and it's very truthful and doesn't sugar coat anything. It's just a really raw idea of making the right choices

3. Are you a clean person or a messy person?

I tend to be messy but I do love things to be clean and organized

4. What if your favorite time of day and why?

I'm like an afternoon person? Like 2 pm? But I also like being up at sunrise

5. Do you like school?

I like learning. I hated high school.

6. What is the key to your happiness?

friends, deep conversations, the beach, smoothies

7. What was your best vacation?

in 2011 i went to Turks and Caicos with my family and it was just a really great time in my life

8. Tell me the best joke you know

ORANGE YOU GLAD I DIDN'T SAY BANANA? i'm not very funny....

9.  What does the outfit that makes you most confident look like?

either a belted navy dress or a floral sundress with brown sandal wedges

10. Would you want to be famous/what for?

i would love to be in a pop-punk or alt-rock band but i can only sorta sing and yeah.... i'm aiming for the Noble Peace Prize instead

QUESTIONS FOR OTHER PEOPLE

1. If you could do something illegal and get away with it what would you do?

2. Would you ever want to dye your hair? What color?

3. Is there a song that always makes you cry? Is there one that always makes you happy?

4. Jump on a plane right now. Where would you go?

5. Would you skydive if you had the opportunity to?

6. Do you believe in soulmates?

7. Would you rather go to a fancy ball or a raging house party?

8. Why did you make your tumblr and did it turn out how you expected?

9. Favorite season/month and why.

10. If you could meet any celebrity who would it be?

11. Favorite or funniest childhood memory?

The rest of that week, along with the following, was pretty uneventful, at least for Daisy and Ashton. They laid on top of the crinkled covers of Ashton’s full sized bed, just talking about a lot of things and a lot of the world’s problems and issues and things that Daisy couldn’t imagine talking about with Lacey or any of her study friends.

They didn’t talk about Calum, though they did talk about Michael, along with Quinn. A few times, Luke and Tatum came up, but Ashton got defensive over Luke quickly, and Daisy knew there was no point in upsetting him or trying to get him to talk about things that he simply didn’t want to discuss.

Michael and Quinn, as Daisy learned, had been together for ages. “When I met Michael,” Ashton said, drawing small circles in the pale flesh of her side where her tank top had ridden up, “he was just starting to date Quinn.”

“How long ago was that?” Daisy asked, shifting her head up on his shoulder.

He sighed, making a face that she knew was his thinking face. His lips moved silently, no sound moving past, before he finally decided on the date. “It had to have been 5 or 6 years ago,” he explained. “I was 17 when we met.”

“You’re old,” she teased lightly, then giggled when his fingers wiggled against her skin.

“Shut up, you’re just a baby,” he grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Six years, though.”

“That’s a long time to be dating,” Daisy pointed out. She had known people that got married after having been dating less time than that. Granted, they hadn’t lasted long, but it was still a big thing.

“Have they ever broken up?” At this, Ashton snorted.

“All the time, when they first started dating,” he laid his hand flat on her side, slipping his fingers up past the hem of her shirt. “Michael’s not exactly in the best crowd, if you haven’t noticed.”

“He had a split lip when we first met,” she recalled thoughtfully, trying to ignore the warmth of his large hands on her skin. “But Quinn is so.. soft, and nice.”

“And she makes mean pancakes,” Ashton sighed out. “Michael met her when he had fringe the size of my hand and she had the biggest, dorkiest glasses in existence.”

Daisy giggled a little, shaking her head. “I can’t imagine Michael with fringe that long,” she paused, then added. “I bet Quinn was still pretty.”

“Gorgeous,” Ashton confirmed, and then shifted again, so he was facing Daisy. She reluctantly moved her head to the pillow, but liked that she could face him. “She was the prettiest girl that the four of us had ever seen, at that age.”

“She’s still probably the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen,” Daisy said easily, watching his expression change into something dorkier than she’d ever seen. He suddenly dissolved into very unmanly giggles, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from full out laughing. “What?!”

“I was gonna make a joke,” he wheezed, running his fingers through his overly curly hair before covering his face, giggling more. “About me not having seen you, so it’s probably still true.”

“That’s the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” Daisy said through a chest full of laughter, actually burying her face into the pillow to keep from being loud and obnoxious and waking Calum or Michael, if he was even at the house.

“You love it,” he insisted in a loud voice that was laced with laughter. His hand snaked out to find her neck, then slipped up, cupping her cheek. His voice lowered to a little above a mumble. “C’mere..”

Daisy didn’t need to be told twice. Picking up her head from the pillow, she inched closer to him, and the way they gravitated into each other was almost magnetic; thigh to thigh, chest to chest, and - Daisy’s favorite - lips to lips.

Kissing Ashton had recently become her favorite thing to do. His lips were always warm and soft, and it was always easy to tell his emotions through them; whether he was biting them nervously (something he’d seemingly picked up from her, though she’d had no clue how) or grinning when he was amused.

“So, Michael wants to have a party here,” he mumbled between kisses, rubbing the pad of his thumb along her jaw, nipping softly at her lower lip. “Do you want to come?”

“When do I ever turn down a party?” Daisy murmured, kissing the corner of his lips again.

Ashton grinned, letting out a short laugh into her mouth, and ended up resting his forehead against her. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

“I think my clumsiness,” she giggled a little, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips once more. He broke into an even bigger grin; his dimples looked like deep pits, his unseeing eyes lighter, almost. She broke into a big grin herself- she just couldn’t help it. He was the best friend she’d had in a long time, and he was the hands down the best boyfriend that she’d ever had, despite having only two or three in the past. She’d had guys ask her out before, sure, but she wasn’t a knockout in K-12, and honestly, she was too focused on schoolwork to even notice any romantic interests they might have had. Now, though, in college, she could take things seriously or just let loose and have fun. With Ashton, she had both.

“Thank god for you being clumsy,” he said firmly before wrapping an arm around her. - Daisy wasn’t sure what she was expecting when Ashton said “party”. However, she didn’t think it would be like this- not that she was complaining.

The party was pretty much the epitome of a frat party, only in a slightly smaller apartment. Michael had supplied a giant stereo with multiple speakers that were strategically placed at various spots across the apartment, blasting a mix of classic and new; everything from old school Nirvana to Chris Brown to David Guetta to Blink-182. The smell of weed - among other drugs - hung thick in the air, and Daisy assumed that it was Michael who had supplied. He was slinking around without Quinn, who sat with a light haired girl smoking something on one of the couches pushed against the walls to make room. The red solo cups littered the room, making it nearly impossible to move without accidentally knocking into one, and it was so packed in the smallish apartment that you couldn’t move without touching someone.

“You want a drink?” Ashton shouted to be heard over the loud, thumping Fall Out Boy song blaring. His hands were firmly planted on Daisy’s waist, moving with her hips as she swayed to the music.

“No, but I’ll go with if you want one,” she leaned her head back against his chest, moving so her back was firmly pressed against his chest.

They’d been dancing and drinking and making out and drinking just a little bit more all night, and Daisy was 100% sure that she was far giddier than she should’e been. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the volume of the music, but she felt simply on fire. She thought that maybe Ashton could feel it too, because every time she went higher and higher, further into herself, he kissed her neck or shoulder, gently bringing her back down, just enough so she knew to not float away.

“I’ve had more than enough,” he lowered his voice, tightening his grip on her hips a little as a group of people smoking a few joints bumped past them. “Do you think that I look like a douche with my sunglasses on inside?” He had leaned down, talking at normal volume into her studded ear.

Daisy glanced up at him, giggle slipping past her lips. “You always look like a douche in those sunglasses,” she stated, grinning. When he stuck out his lower lip into a pout, she smirked and added. “A really attractive, adorable douche, though. Not the bad kind of douche.”

He slipped his arms around her waist, resting his scruffy chin on her shoulder. He was slightly haunched over so he could be about the right height. “You think I’m attractive.” He said, singsong like in her ear.

Before she could reply, he had moved and was taking her hand. An overwhelming smell of weed and alcohol suddenly consumed the area, overtaking any other smells (of sweaty bodies and of Ashton). Michael paused in front of them, and Daisy nearly gagged as the smell got stronger. He had obviously had a bit to drink, with one of his ties tied around his head in a makeshift headband that Daisy would’ve thought cute, had he not smelled utterly awful. He grinned suddenly, flinging an arm around her.

“Ayy, Dais!” he laughed loudly, pulling her closer by tightening his arms around her shoulders. Ashton moved Michael’s arm off of her, his jaw set. “You wanna buy some stuff off of me? S’good, I promise.” He was slurring his words- he was definitely drunk.

“No, I’m good,” Daisy told him, nudging him a little. “You might want to brush your teeth or something, though.”

“Quinn’s.. She’s taking me home soon,” he explained slowly. “You know, she’s a perfect gal. Perfect girly, Quinn is.”

“He’s so wasted,” Ashton noted in Daisy’s ear before sighing. “C’mon, big guy, lets get you to your room.” “Perfect, perfect,” Michael jabbered in response.

Daisy sighed, watching as Ashton snuck his other hand into Michael’s, and then squeezed her hand with his other. She knew exactly where to go, exactly what Ashton was thinking. So, she weaseled and wormed her way through the rowdy crowd, making sure both boys behind her, got up the small steps and past the stoned and/or drunken people carefully. She glanced around briefly before entering the room, and thought she saw a flash of bright red hair, but when she looked again, it was gone.

“The blind and the drunk,” Ashton mumbled as they got Michael into his room. “You’ve got your hands full.”

“Don’t say that,” Daisy groaned, peeling Michael’s particularly greedy-grabby hands off of her dress, placing them on his stomach. He just pouted, rolling over on to his side. “You’re not a burden, you douche.”

“Hot douche,” Ashton corrected, tossing a blanket over Michael’s lanky body. Michael, in turn, groaned, and tried to roll over, only succeeding in tangling his long limbs into the blanket. Ashton moved his head up to about where Daisy was and said, “Get Quinn?”

“Get Quinn.” Daisy agreed.

They didn’t end up getting Quinn; she wandered in by herself, at a later time, to see Michael curled up, sleeping soundly with loud snores coming from the very back of his throat. - Daisy and Ashton, on the other hand, had gone somewhere quieter. The party scene was slowly dying down, even though there was still quite a few people shouting profanities and singing along loudly to the loud music. At least behind the closed oak door of Ashton’s bedroom door, the loud noises were slightly muffled. Neither of them would really notice if it hadn’t, though.

Ashton had Daisy nudged up against the headboard, her head back against the cool redwood. He was hovering over her on his knees, one hand placed on the top of the headboard, the other on her cheek, leading her lips up to his. Daisy thought that if they’d been in a playful mood, it would’ve been comical- Ashton’s hand leading her back to his lips, or his lips chasing hers whenever hers left his. This time was different, though. There was a more serious mood to it, and it was making Daisy incredibly nervous.

“Calm down,” Ashton mumbled against her lips, as if reading her mind. He shifted his band from her cheek to her neck, speaking again quietly. “We don’t have to do anything, you know..”

Daisy didn’t say anything for a while, just closed her eyes and let him kiss down her neck, nipping in the soft spots that made her heart race. “What if..” She started, voice cracking a little. She threaded her fingers through his soft gold curls, tugging him up a little before continuing. “What if I want to..?”

The air in the mood instantly changed. It had been serious before, but both were now waiting on the other with bated breath.

“Are you sure?” Ashton breathed out eventually, his grip on the headboard tightening. His knuckles were going white, he was gripping so hard.

Daisy nodded, and then dumbly realized he wouldn’t be able to see it. Her eyes squeezed shut once again, just briefly, before snapping open again, finding his. “I’m sure.”

Ashton let out a long breath, slowly. Conflict was written all over his face, but as soon as he got a soft kiss from Daisy, it was all over.

“Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” he said in a quiet voice, fingers trailing down her side. His long fingers fisted in the fabric of her shirt, carefully tugging it off of her.

They didn’t talk much as Ashton leaned down, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses her clavical and down to the swell of her breasts, pausing only as her hands swiftly pulled off his muscle tee.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled. He didn’t waste any time to care that he couldn’t see the blush spread across her freckley cheeks; instead, he rid her of her pants, her lacy panties off with them. Daisy reached behind herself and unclipped her bra, sliding it off on to the floor while Ashton worked furiously on his zipper, fumbling to shove the skin-tight jeans off.

Daisy almost giggled watching him struggle and nearly fall off the bed. “Let me help,” she sat up, and pressed soft kisses right below his naval, tugging the material off of his legs. Through his boxers she could see a huge bulge, precum already making a small stain. It was too hard to resist- she hooked her fingers into the elastic of his boxer shorts, mouthing over his already incredibly hard member. She didn’t have a doubt in her mind that her hot breath was driving him crazy; his hand sweeping down to brush her hair out of her face was evidence of that.

“Don’t tease,” he warned, pulling her hair back into a makeshift ponytail. Daisy just smirked and pulled his boxers off, watching as his dick sprung up.

“Of course not,” she told him, wrapping a hand around him. Her hand was absolutely tiny compared to him hard- her fingers, though short, barely wrapped around it. Giving him long, slow pumps, Daisy leaned down, kitten licking the head to rid him of the salty precum leaking. His hand moved to grip her hair a little bit tighter, but he made no move to force her down on him.

Finally, she licked fat striped on the underside, tracing the thick throbbing vein that wrapped around. She came back and slowly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head.

Ashton groaned softly, this time moving her head a little closer, letting her hand pump what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She could tell he was getting close when he started twitching against her tongue, which was circling just underneath the head, along with the labored breathing and sinful groans he was letting out.

“Off, off,” he panted, using his hand to his advantage. Daisy sat back and admired her work; he was visably throbbing, the head an angry red, glistening with her saliva.

The next second, she was back pressed against the bed, Ashton’s toned body hovering above her. “Condom?” He leaned down, kissing his way around until he found her lips. It was hard for Daisy to even think when she could his body radiating warmth, his length very, very close to where she needed him most.

“I’m on the pill,” she mumbled against his lips, lifting her hips more than a little to grind against him.

He let out a low groan into her mouth, gyrating his hips back against her. “The best thing about this is you can scream my name,” he slid his hand down, finding her clit and tapping on it a few times, just to make her squirm. “And no one will notice.”

Daisy let out a pretty pathetic whimper, snaking her hands around Ashton’s body, raking her nails down his back, lifting her head to attach their lips together, where they pretty much stayed glued. Ashton gripped himself near the base, sliding himself up and down her entrance several times, but soon grew impatient.

He slowly pushed himself in, moving his lips away from hers briefly to make sure she wasn’t in any pain. The only noises she made were tiny, occasional moans, her face immediately finding his shoulder to mark up.

“Tell me whe-” Ashton started, voice a little strained, but Daisy interrupted before he had a chance to even finish.

“Now, move now.” She demanded against his skin. Her hands slid back up his back, palms laying flat. As soon as he started rocking into her, her legs came up, wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, thrusting at a steady pace now. Daisy’s face moved out of the crook of his neck and hands off of his back as his lips latched on to her sweet spot under her ear, making her cry out. Her fingers found his curls, giving them a gentle tug, and she practically felt the impish grin coming directly from pure pride. He bit down, the sharp pain dulling near immediately as his tongue soothed it. His hips jerked against hers suddenly, and Daisy let his name, along with some profanities, slip past her lips. Pelvis to pelvis, Ashton slid his hand to her breast, tweaking the sensitive nub, turning her into a hot mess underneath him.

“More?” He whispered in her ear. Daisy was choked up, her voice not coming out correctly. Ashton let out a breathy laugh, but attached his mouth to where his hand was on her breast, hand going down to where he was making short, quick thrusts into her, rubbing on her clit lazily.

“I’m gonna- don’t stop!” Daisy choked out, hands flying to his hair, yanking him back up, too far gone to really care about whether or not he was hurting him. He didn’t seem to mind; his thrusts got quicker and his hands fumbled, trying to find hers. When they did, he interlaced them, holding them above her head, and sank down, resting on his forearms, pressing into her.

“Come on, baby,” he panted, hips rocking and grinding at an alarming rate, bringing both of them to an incredible high- Daisy losing it first. Bright stars exploded behind her eyes, temporarily blinding her. She couldn’t think anything other than his name, which was pretty much the constant stream coming out in the form of whimpers past her lips while he whispered profanities in her ear while he came, finally.

The aftershocks hit both hard. Daisy could feel him twitching, his chest rising and falling quickly, on top of hers. She could feel small electric shocks shooting down her lower half, only tightening her around him more. He pulled out after a few minutes, letting her hands slip out of his before laying on his side, pulling her flush against him.

“Why haven’t we done that before,” he whispered, burying his face in the back of her shoulder, hot breath warming her already on-fire skin.

“You’d have scratch scars on your back,” she closed her eyes tight, soaking up every light touch he was still giving.