ashby mintz loved the weekends, that much he was sure of. no shifts at retro n' cream, no studying on campus, just being home with his family-- excluding elijah, of course, who was always out partying on some yacht or basement rave-- weekends were just idyllic to ashby. it also meant he could have sleepovers with friends.

you, joshua perdio, abby laurence, willow hales, and uther maine to be exact. the issue with such a big group of friends being confined to his room was that two unfortunate souls would end up having to share the bed. ashby, as host of course, got to remain in his own bed, while the others would always sprawl on the couch, or pillows strewn on the carpet. after an evening crammed with shitty movies, video games and a few sips of the amarula that willow had brought, you ended up being the (un)lucky tribute to share the bed.

it had gone relatively uneventfully until you had woken up.

it was early in the morning, the room hanging with the idle chill of the october breeze seeping in from outside while watery rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains. abby was completely swaddled in blankets, uther was half-hanging off the couch in a doze, joshua was snoring quite distinctly, willow had covered her head with her pillow, and ashby was pressed snugly up against you on the bed.

how this had happened was unknown to you, as you had fallen asleep on polar sides of the bed with a pillow between your bodies, yet now it could only be described as a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, the pillow nowhere to be seen.

ashby yawned, his dark golden lashes fluttering as he shifted, his nose dangerously close to your collar as all 6'3 of him was beside you, his blond curls splayed angelicly across his forehead. "morning, sugar." he mused, his voice still laced with a faint lilt of sleep, completely unbothered.

as he always was.