443 days before

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this is a flashback but from ages ago but I had to title it 443 because I didn't want to confused people so instead of doing 18392597318240983 days before here is 443 days before


Ashton

I kept myself awake for ages just thinking about the beautiful brunette headed girl next door. I only met her about two weeks ago but for some odd reason she was all i could think about and not bring my mind off of. She has been my neighbour for longer than I've known about and I have no idea how she just came about. She was lounging on the roof as I was at my desk and spotted her out my window writing in a little black journal. I climbed outside and introduced myself around 10:45 or so. Her name was Brinley Reynolds, I thought it was an odd name because her first name is a middle name, but she told me that I didn't have to worry about it and that I would figure it out sometime soon. She isn't awkward at all, she is very carefree and interesting. I would love to get to know her but I don't think she is quite fond of me, or maybe she just acts like she doesn't care or show any emotion. 

I stopped writing in my notebook from an abrupt loud noise coming from outside my window. I climb onto my desk and poke my head around the corner. There was a car honking in a rhythm or something. I couldn't quite see who was inside because of such a dark car. 

"C'mon." The mysterious person yells.

It was Brinley. 

"What are you doing?" I yell, holding on to the tiles of the roof, trying to grasp a grip.

"Let's go do something." She spoke so monotone and relaxed. 

"For the love of god, Reynolds. It's 2am, go to bed." I whispered angrily, remembering that there was other people in my house. 

She just laughed. "Let's go for a drive, Irvin." She finally lowered her voice as she got the message.

"IrWIN." I corrected her.

She didn't respond. 

So I climbed back into my room, tip toeing towards the door and shutting off the lights to my room. I headed back to the window and closed it stealthily. I proceeded to climb down, clenching my teeth at every squeaking sound my hands made squeezed against the gutter. I got in the passengers side and we did. We just drove. I had no clue where we were going and I don't think she did either, but I think that was half the fun of it. I've only known her for two weeks, maybe less so she could be insane or just really chill.

For her personality, her car really matched, it was a black two door jeep and even black in the inside to match. I examined around the car and controlled the little car mirror object.

"What's the plush daisy for?" I asked.

She sighed. "My ex. He uh- he told me I looked beautiful with flowers in my hair as he placed a white daisy behind my ear. I thought it was cheesy, but since then daisies were just a painful memory or him."

"So why don't you take it down if it pains you so much." I assumed. 

Usually breakups are very emotional, and I can see her crying and crying over a boy who broke her heart. That made goosebumps run up my arms, I would never wish for her to ever be sad or upset like that. 

She laughed for a second. She reached down into the glove box, with a little bit of a struggle and a couple swivvles down the road, she pulled out a box of Marlboro lights. She pulled of one of the last couple cigarettes in the box and held it in her mouth. "Do you got a light on you?" Her voice was mumbled and I didn't understand at first but came to the realisation after staring at her beauty for awhile. 

I nervously said no so she told me to look in the sides and in the glove box. I finally found a black BIC lighter in the cup holder. She held out her mouth, waiting and assuming for me to light it, and I did. 

Great, another smoker. I feel like god is surrounding me with smokers on purpose to tell me something, or just to test my will power. A couple of my friends smoke and I usually didn't mind it, but I didn't think she was a cigarette user and I didn't think of her that way. 

She blew out the smoke in a thin line. "Sometimes, Irwin, the most hurtful things in your life can also bring in the most wonderful things in your life. And although he broke my heart in so many different ways, caused me pain emotionally and physically, I would want to relive it in a heartbeat and I don't regret anything. What's your middle name?" She spoke with such ease and soothed me, I don't know if it was the secondhand smoke or her voice but I was so relaxed. 

I could never understand how someone would want to relive such an awful experience and traumatic time, but still have the strong power and loyalty to have the want to stay with someone like that. "Fletcher." I replied.

"You see, Ashton Fletcher Irwin. He was my first love, my first friend in that new city, my first everything, so if you look at the good compared to the bad, the bad is inapplicable." She offered me the other half of her cigarette, I didn't think twice, when in Rome.

I didn't inhaled the first drag into my lungs because I didn't want to get addicted like all my other friends were, plus I didn't want to cough up a lung in front of someone as cute as Brinley Reynolds. 

"What's your middle name?" I asked. 

"Brinley." She giggled at her answer. 

"Brinley Brinley Reynolds?"

"No, stupid. I use Brinley as my first name." She said.

"Then what's your first name." I took another drag, with the smoke leaking into my lungs, I coughed out a burst of opaque white smoke with every heave. It felt like I was about to lose a lung, or my throat was going to collapse.

"Not a smoker, huh?' I could feel her laughing at me, but I didn't hear. She pulled the last one from the box but lit it herself this time. "When I was younger my parents named me this awful name that is too uptight and proper for me. You see, Irvin, they had high expectations for me when I was in the womb, which is why they had a second child so they could finally have a success in the family. When I was five I realised I was never going to be a fancy kind of five year old, I was going to grow up and be a heavy chain smoker, with emotional instabilities and beautiful eyes. I was going to be a rebellious five year old." 

"It's Irwin." I feel like this correction is just going to float in the back of her mind, but never be registered. 

"Anyways, I go by Brinley or Brin, call me anything remotely fancy and I was kill you and use you as an ash tray." 

"Where are we going?' I finally ask.

It feels like we have been on the highway for ages. She turned on the road behind out road, I don't think that she knew where it would lead up to at the time.

"I don't know, I just like driving." 

"If you keep going were literally going to head to Arizona." I said.

"Shhh." She brought a finger to my lips, which was the hand that held the cigarette, she placed it in my mouth and I inhaled, hoping not to cough up a lung this time. "Let's just drive." She said. 

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