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Cheaper by the Dozen Inches Chapter 2 by Alana Montgomery
Ashton waited in Tom's car for about 7 minutes. He then got tired of it and went back to Tom's trailer. He opened the door and found Tom laying on the sofa with a pair of jeans pulled up to his knees.
"I guess I did have the remedy for his insomnia", Ashton thought to himself. He walked over to the bed and pulled off a thin cotton blanket and covered Tom with it. He kissed Tom on the cheek as he pulled the cover up. He only twitched slightly in reaction to the kiss.
Ashton quietly shut the door behind him as he left. He decided to walk back to his trailer. He slowly opened the door and was shocked to find his co-star Hillary Duff sitting at his ining table smoking a cigarette.
"Uh you do know that's not good for you right", Ashton said.
"Pent up sexual frustration is not that healthy either", Hillary returned then blew out a cloud of smoke from her nostrils.
"What do you mean by that", Ashton asked as he sat in the chair next to Hillary.
"I may be 16 but I am not stupid. I know that you are seriously crushing over Tom", she remarked after taking another long puff off her cigarette.
"I am not crushing over Tom", he pleaded, doing air quotes on "crushing".
"Yes you are. Now tell me what happened, I was looking for you earlier and one of the stage hands told me that you were off with Tom", she asked.
"Something kind of happened between us", Ashton said.
"What? A tornado", she asked sarcastically.
"No Hill! I...I...", he muttered.
"Fillafel", she blurted.
"I sucked him off! Happy now", he yelled.
"Wow! Congratulations! You reached 3rd base", she said.
"What is there to congratulate? I gave him a blow job and he just asks me if I want to hang out then falls asleep. What the fuck?...I expected a little... well alot more than that from him. You know what I actually deserved alot more than what the fuck I got! Did it mean nothing to him? All I want is for him to like me back", he said as he laid his head on Hillary's shoulder and started crying.
"Ashton, I don't intend to hurt you but you need to grasp realility. Tom is married to Jamie. The odds of him falling head over heels for you are slim to none. Isn't his friendship more than enough. I would think that it would be a whole lot better to have a friendship with someone you love than to have nothing at all", Hillary said.
"How did you become so wise", Ashton asked.
"I watch alot of Dr. Phil", she quipped. Ashton hugged Hillary then went outside for a walk. He walked around for a while trying to process the day's events. Suddenly he literally bumped into Tom.
"I'm sorry about earlier", Tom said, "I guess your remedy really worked".
"Hey whatever I can do to help", Ashton responded with a blush.
"I have an idea, how'bout we shoot some hoops, and the winner gets blown", Tom proposed.
"Deal", Ashton agreed instantly.
They played basketball for a couple of hours. The winner of the game was
The End
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