I Remember Us ~ ashton irwin

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19th December, 2013

For some reason I had an extra hard day at work and all I wanted to do was soak myself in a nice warm bath and sleep until next year. One of the things I liked about the apartment was that there were only four apartments on each floor. It worked out for me because I wasn't a fan of having too many people around.

When the elevator door opened I cringed when I heard the music coming from one of the rooms. It was annoyingly loud and I said a silent prayer hoping it wasn't coming from my apartment.

I opened the door and my jaw dropped when I saw what was going on. Ashton was on the stool in a Christmas hat gingerbread pajamas. He was decorating the biggest Christmas tree I'd seen in a while. I wasn't even exaggerating; there was so little space between the top of the tree and the ceiling.

He was shaking him bum and singing along to the song that was playing. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry because I told him if we were getting a tree we didn't need one that huge. Apparently I spoke a different language and Ashton went out, while I was away I might add, and got a huge ass Christmas tree and now the living room was littered with Christmas decorations.

Instead, I leaned against the wall and watched as he shook his ass and sang Christmas songs softly under his breath as if nothing was wrong. As annoying as this was; and trust me, it was extremely annoying to be living with someone who was this obsessed with Christmas, I kind of loved that he was this passionate about something. I really loved how his eyes lit up when he was talking about anything Christmas related or how happy he got when I said we could get a Christmas tree.

Persons always say this about who they're dating but Ashton was honestly unlike any guy I've ever met in my entire life. He was a child at heart but yet, if it was necessary, he could be the smartest, deepest person you could ever have a conversation with. He was amazing at literally everything he set out to do and he was altogether happy with the life he had. That was probably what I admired the most about him; we didn't have the best life, we weren't super rich or everyone didn't know us but Ashton managed to be very happy with what he was given and he was doing a splendid job at trying to keep the people he associated with just as happy.

It was like he was our own personal elf. I'd probably never tell him but he is the best thing that ever happened to me. He made me remember what it was like to feel again. He made me pissed, happy, sad, excited... basically every single emotion imaginable, Ashton made me feel and for that I was very thankful.

I wasn't stupid though; I was aware that his friends never originally liked me for him. I mean, who the hell would? Ashton and I were polar opposites. I was not the type of girl that a guy like him would go for; in fact, I was far from that girl. I know his friends probably warned him about girls like me but he didn't listen. Hell, I didn't really go out with guys like him but something caught me the day he fell down in the coffee shop. Something happened when he asked me (very sweetly, I might add) to move my legs off the chair so he could sit. Something happened the first time I looked into his eyes, really looked into them that completely made me abandon my rules about the type of guys I would date. At first I wasn't really sure where this was heading and I jumped into it very lightly and I convinced myself I wasn't even going to try.

The more time I spent with him, the more I actually began to want what we had going on to last. I needed it to because whether or not I was willing to admit it to myself, I needed Ashton. He acted like a child but yet he was one of the most mature guys I ever went out with.

Then his foot slipped and he tried grabbing onto the tree to stop his fall. All my thoughts about his maturity went out the window when both he and the tree fell to the floor.

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this, too was short. next week ;)

this came bc @fivesauceoption begged now go read her stories