For you I would ruin myself

twenty-one

Lyla waits outside of school in the cold wind and damp air, which she must admit, gets a bit disgusting. Not the cold part just the damp part cause all it does it make her air go frizzy then greasy in a matter of seconds.

She continues to wait, beginning to think Ashton's could've most likely forgotten about her, could he be that cruel?

Just as all hope is almost lost, Lyla hears her name being called by that very voice.

"Sorry!" Ashton apologises, sincerely and truthfully, "Got caught up with Myles about the game tonight."

Lyla shakes her head ironically, "I will let you apologise for that, I've been waiting for a bajillion years."

"Let us go then," he begins to walk in the direction of the bus stop, Lyla follows and walks beside him. "Bus then cab or bus then walk, I don't mind you can choose."

"How long is the walk?" Lyla did need a walk, seeming as she hasn't been out and about that much since Ashton's 2 month long summer holiday.

"10 minutes maybe 15, depends on how fast we walk."

"Bus then walk," Lyla replies firmly.

It takes them about half an hour in total to get to the bus, on the bus then off the bus. Ashton leads the way to his dad's secret house. Which Lyla can already is going to be luxurious as fuck, every house they've walked pass has a gate, which then leads to a roundabout where the cars can just be left there, because there's a freaking gate.

Ashton is loaded loaded.

After walking past only 6 houses since the houses were so fucking long, Ashton stops. In front of them, is of course, a gate, painted matte black. Behind that, a fabulously colossal two storey house, way too much for one person to live in. The exterior wrapped in chalky white brick and the roof in a dark charcoal brick. None of the lights were on for obvious reasons, but you could see the inside through some of the windows thanks to the natural light.

Ashton pushes the tiny door gate for humans open on the very right side, the house expands even further to the right, the tall bushes must it shadowed over it. He slowly walks towards to door, waiting for Lyla is catch up.

This house is gorgeous, why doesn't he live here?

"Why don't you live here?" Lyla voices her thoughts.

"My father rented this," Ashton says, "Moved out of this house pretty soon after moving in, probably after 2 months. But he paid for rent for 2 years like an idiot, he never learns from his indecisiveness, so we have this house for another year."

"Surely you wouldn't mind living in a bigger space," Lyla asks again, absolutely fascinated by the house, "I mean look at it."

"No," he responds honestly, reaching for another key to open the front door. "It's not homey at all. Yeah sure it's so very lavish and grand, it must be nice have a tennis court in your backyard. But it's all too posh and ostentatious for me, this is only my second or third time over here, I only like it because it's the right amount of quiet."

"Not scarily quiet but there isn't sound of clashing dishes nor are there nagging mothers," Lyla finishes his sentence for him.

He smiles sweetly and nods, "Yes, exactly that."

The door lock clicks in the stillness of the neighbourhood and what's not to be expected? It's fucking massive.

It's all fancy and shit, but clearly, it's not homey, at all. There is a single picture frame on the side table leaning against the wall, then the rest of the walls are either empty or filled with a mirror. There are a lot of mirrors.