The Other Drummer: An Ashton Irwin Fanfic

Chapter 3

99 percent of teenagers don't play gigs with their badass bands on Friday night. 99 percent of teenagers don't have a crowd cheering their name after their wicked drum solo in a song they wrote. Fortunately, I'm the one percent.

Luke, Mikey, Calum and I emerged into a hallway from the back of the stage, drenched in sweat and high on adrenaline making our way to the "chill room". It's been about a month since I joined the band, and this has been our third gig at this hotel type thingy. There were fifty people in front of the stage, which is kind of crazy considering we've been at it for as little time as we have.

"That went so great! And that drum solo Kendra?" Luke made a mind blowing action with his hands as the guys all agreed.

I blushed. These guys are so fucking sweet! Especially Calum...

The guys all chuckled.

"Shit, did I say that out loud?"

They nodded while Calum's cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. I quickly turned away. Suddenly the barren white wall we were walking past was incredibly interesting.

"So I was writing something... I think it might be okay if we maybe work on it." I really don't like talking about writing so this is slightly difficult for me.

The guys all turned towards me, stopping our path to the chill room.

"Really?" Luke smiled. I nodded.

"Let's hear it then!"

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Ashton was playing his guitar softly. We were hanging out in this old bunker from WW1 that was connected to my basement. My foster parents didn't know I had the only key; I found it under a loose floorboard and after trying all the doors I remembered this ominous place. It was love at first unlocking.

We fixed it up of course, with a mini fridge, some candles and beanbag chairs, and my favourite thing: various super old thrift shop instruments.

Ash was currently working on a new song, but he asked me to write the lyrics while he figured out the music.

"Ash, it's really hard to write lyrics while you're playing, all I want to do is listen to your talent."

"I know you'll figure it out." He smirked.

"You cheeky son of a bitch!"

I lunged at him from my beanbag while he swiftly moved the guitar to the ground. Somehow we ended up getting tangled in each other.

I looked up at him while his arms were wrapped around my frame. The candlelight was making him... Strangely handsome. I mean sure, my best friend could be sculpted by Michelangelo himself but I've never viewed him in this new light. Pun intended.

But seriously, I'm drowning in his hazel eyes. They're warm, and comfortable, they look like coming home.

His gazed dropped to my lips when I began biting on my lower one. My gaze did the same as he parted his lips.

I suddenly realized we were moving closer, inching together.

WAIT. This is Ashton Fletcher freaking Irwin. My best friend since possibly the beginning of time. I can't kiss him.

"SMACK CAM!" I yelled into his face while my fingers stung from the impact of his cheek. This is why I don't engage in social interactions.

"Kendra! There isn't even a freaking camera! Or anything to smack me with! For god's sake woman, be original!"

We stared at each other, before bursting out laughing. This was the Ash I knew.