505 days ~ irwin

414 days before

Ashton

No one was worrying for Brinley like I was. I fell asleep on the roof last night, hoping that she would magically show up out of nowhere. Then I realized: I'm an idiot. So I went back inside. It's currently 6:02am. About the time that my body just wakes up every morning, I don't really need an alarm. I didn't really have the drive to get out of bed this morning, I don't really have a motivation when she's not here. I'm home alone. Paige left two days ago, and Brinley is still missing. That Idiot.

I pulled back the dark grey duvet from my body, exposing my legs to the cold. I hesitated to get up still. What's the point? So I just laid there. The ceiling provided me with all sorts of interests and occupations that filled my mind in the time being. Suddenly it was 6:12am, and I was still missing her. Clock turns 6:15am, and I lose hope. I ran my hands through my hair, feeling the waves in my hair from yesterday that I never washed.

"You look cute like that." I heard a whisper.

My head cocked to the voice right in my ear. I instantly sat up, hitting my head on the wall as I stared at the figure sitting outside my window, on the roof. The sun didn't even rise and I was beyond terrified. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Relax, it's just me." She giggled. I knew that giggle better than I knew anything else. She laughed out the smoke in her lungs, causing a cough attack to occur. "You know you shouldn't sleep with your window wide open with no screen door." She slipped in, landing on my bed, right beside me. Still having the cigarette swinging in the air. "And you shouldn't have your bed right next to the window. Don't you know that most break-in's occur through the window?" She tilted her head slightly, giving me that deadly smirk that she uses on everyone. And I mean everyone: friends, teachers, crushes, parents, you name it. She uses it to get her way and persuade them.

"Brinley fucking Reynolds, what the fucking fuck?" I was still in the middle of my heart attack. I stood from my bed, just staring at her as she smoked. She was so nonchalant and relaxed. "Are you fucking high?"

"Nope. I'm not high, I'm Brinley. Nice to meet you." She smirked again, staring at the butt of her cigarette, examining it and the smoke coming from the end.

"Where the hell were you? We were all freaking out." I tried not to yell at her, but I also tried not to pin her down and kiss her, because, well, in reality, she is not mine, and I am not hers.

"Here and there, up and everywhere." She was looking around the room, staring at my posters. She's been here plenty times before, which confused me. She rested her gaze on me. "Come here." She motioned for me to come on the bed with her.

I furrowed my brows, obviously letting off the vibe that I was beyond fucking confused.

"Stop with that. Come here." She kept motioning for me to come over.

I stepped with caution, still confused as ever. I watched as she looked behind her and threw the cigarette butt out the window. I saw a vague image of it landing right in the gutter. Her eyes went straight back to me. She crawled under the sheets and laid there. I pulled back the blankets and snuck in beside her.

An invitation to cuddle with the Brinley Reynolds? Must be my lucky day..

I laid back as she lifted my arm and snuggled in my chest, finding the most comfortable spot to rest her head. I shut my eyes just for a second. She put my hand on her waist, and I didn't want to move it. Or move at all, for that matter.

"Don't be mad." She sounded like a child. Another way that she always gets her way.

"Brin, you disappeared for like two days without telling anyone." I explained. The fact that I even had to explain why I was so upset.

"Technically just a day. I got home last night." I could tell by her tone she was exhausted, her eyes were shut, and she pulled the duvet close to her face.

"How were you're parents?" I asked, but I had a suspicion what the answer would be.

"They don't pay attention to me enough that they thought I got home hours and hours ago. They were acting like nothing happened. Not that they even knew what happened." Her voice was getting raspy as she started to drift and drift.

I felt bad for Brin and her parents relationship, but on the contrary, I can relate. I don't live with my parents anymore, but it's not like me leaving made a difference. I get the same attention I did two years ago. But for her, it's worse, I guess.

"You don't have to go to school today, do you?" I asked, trying to imitate her childish voice, praying that I could get my way too.

She mumbled words I couldn't understand. Kind of like listening to a sleep-talker, except she was awake, just tired.

"It's okay, shhhh." I shushed her, knowing that she must be fucking exhausted from being M.I.A. I played with the strands of hair that were out from her very messy low bun. Twisting them in my fingers, combing them through my hands. She was like a delicate flower. A fragile vase or glass that would break in an instant touch. But she is always a tough cookie. Someone that takes a lot of shit, and doesn't budge. She would win a fight so fast, despite her small frame and very thin bones. She looked a lot weaker than she actually was. Emotionally, she is very tough. And I admire that a lot. I admire her a lot.

Brinley Reynolds is in my arms. I am holding her. I felt like I had an advantage, a superpower maybe. The hardest girl to get, wanted to cuddle up to me. I mean, we have before, but I always ask. God, if only she knew. If only she knew how hard I fucking fell for her. Maybe she would understand. Maybe she could feel the same? Probably not. I mean look at me. I'm just Ashton Irwin.. And she's.. Well, she's my world.