I Remember Us ~ ashton irwin

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May 4th, 2012

"Uh... so this is me." Ashton said nervously as we stood in front of his apartment. He had invited me over earlier to watch some marathon of his favourite show. I hadn't remembered the name of the show but I came anyway; just out of curiosity to see what his apartment looked like.

"I figured as much." I giggled nervously and looked down at my feet. I still was unable to figure out why this loser made me nervous. Hell, he was a nervous wreck right now so I can no reason to even be nervous.

"I'm uh... I'm a bit of a neat freak." He said as he slowly opened the door. He held it open for me and I walked in before him.

"Neat freak?" I asked wrinkling my nose at the sight before me. Ashton stepped around me and his jaw dropped when he saw the state his apartment was in.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking pig." He muttered walking further into the apartment.

"Which pig?" I asked as he fished around his pockets for his phone. His apartment was a mess. There were clothes everywhere and two empty pizza boxes were in the middle of the living room.

"Michael!" He yelled into the phone and I nodded. I figured it had been Michael; Aston had mentioned something about him spending a few days there since they were spraying his apartment out.

"What the fuck did you do to my place?.... There's pizza boxes everywhere!"

He said and I can picture how innocent Michael was probably acting on the other end. "I mean... it's just two boxes but still! I have a guest." He said before glancing at me and turning to walk into the kitchen. I walked further into the living room so I could still hear his side of the conversation.

"Adria.... No, we're not going to-... Michael, I'm pissed at you.... NO! I'm not going to have sex with her!... You're lucky she's here or else I would leave this mess for you to clean yourself.... Oh, fuck you, idiot." Ashton muttered before he ended the call.

He came back into the living room with a broom in his hand. "Sorry about that. Michael is just being an ass. I have to clean up a bit. Give me a few minutes, or we could probably reschedule."

"No, it's fine... I can help you. We'll be done faster."

And we were; in an hour I was leaning against the couch as Ashton ordered take out for us. It wasn't as awkward as I had expected and I realized that the more time I spent with him; the more I liked him.

"So." He said clapping his hands and dropping himself onto the couch. He was trying to fill the silence and I could feel the nerves in the pit of my stomach acting up.

"So." I said nodding and pursing my lips. I literally had nothing to say to him but I didn't want to leave, I had no reason to. Besides, I didn't want to leave.

"How was work?"

"Work was... awesome. What do you expect? I work at a radio station. My days are filled with music and really cheesy jokes so my days are always awesome. How was yours?"

"I work in a book store."

"So... is that what you do all day? Sit around and sort out books?"

"No." Ashton said as he got a little excited. He had a huge grin on his face and something told me he wanted me to ask before I heard another one of his amazing stories.

"What do you do then? I mean; aside from all the book sorting?"

"Drums." He said proudly and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You... you do drums?"

"No!" He said tucking a leg under him. "I play the drums."

"Is that so? Are you any good?"

"I'm fucking amazing!" He laughed as he scooted close to me. I had to tilt my head up a bit so I could look him in the eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Yup. But I don't have my own drum set."

"Then how do you know you're amazing?"

"Well... there's this old music store not that far from the book store and I spend a lot of my free time there. Whenever I have a break, or a day off; I go to the music store."

"I still don't get how you know you're an amazing drummer."

"Well, they have this old drum set there. And I know the owner so I get to use them whenever I want and for as long as I want. Well, granted that I help him out a bit with the store."

"Won't it be easier to just buy your own drum set? I mean; I think you have the space for it. It'll save you time and let's face it, you can play them whenever you want."

"Well, you do have a point babe." Ashton said taking my hands and studying them. "But I think you're forgetting one tiny, tiny bit of information."

"What's that?"

"Drums are expensive and I work at a bookstore. I don't necessarily have a shit load of money pouring out of my ears. I mean; I sort books out for a living. I may be able to get a few drumsticks but the entire set? I'd probably have to sell a kidney, or my soul."

"Then you should probably think of getting a new job then."

"What will I do? I mean; I've worked at the place for as long as I remember. I won't know what to do. I don't know what else I could do."

"You can go back to school. I mean; you can even teach kids drums! There's a lot you can do babe. You can get a job at the radio. You can do anything. And you wanna do why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're Ashton fucking Irwin and you can do anything you want."

"How did I get so lucky?" Ashton smirked leaning in to crash his lips to mine.

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so close to deleting this bc no one reads it anymore.