you're babysitting your enemies little sister The front door opens and you look over to see Ashton, he wore a white compression shirt that clung to his muscles and grey sweatpants that hung low, the sight made your jaw drop. His eyes met yours and a smirk crept on his face. "Y/n!" His sister says, tapping your arm "I've said your name a hundred times, why weren't you listening to me?". Before you can answer you hear e/n: "she got distracted by something, or someone" he grins looking at you