This is How it Starts || Ashton Irwin

Chapter 9

"Amelia?" Ashton rolls down the window. I bent down and shyly waved. My face began to feel hot and I couldn't even imagine how red my cheeks must look. I didn't know what to do so I looked over at Luke. He just shrugged and began to get in the passengers seat of the station wagon Ashton was driving.

"Need a ride pretty lady?" Ashton joked and I shook my head. He's acting like he didn't just see me at some stupid support group for people who can't handle there own problems.

"My mom's on her way," I told him.

"You sure? I was just going to drop Luke off and I was thinking you and I could do something." He smiled and his cheeks folded into dimples. Before I can compose my thoughts, my mom pulls up behind him.

"One sec," I mouth to Ashton and run over to my mom's car.

"I'm going to hang out with a friend today." I quickly tell her.

"Wait. What? I can't understand you slow down." she tells me.

I let out a breath and said the same thing slower.

"Oh, okay?" she says as a question so I don't know if that's a yes or no.

No matter because I smiled, thanked her, and hopped in the back of Ashton's station wagon.

"Nice to see you again." He goofed.

The ride to Luke's house was terrifying. Ashton may possibley be the worst driver I've had the privelge to be in the car with. Everytime he'd go over the curb or someone would honk at him he'd mutter a curse word under his breath and Luke would just laugh. I clung on to my seat belt for dear life and let out a sigh of relief when we finally pulled into Luke's driveway.

He hopped out and said "You two have fun!" and ran into his house. When we pulled out I saw Carla's car in the driveway. Wow, of course.

"Climb on over," Ashton patted the center compartment. I tried but my awkwardley long legs accidentaly kicked him. He just laughed but I felt so bad.

"I am so sorry!" I said trying not to laugh with him.

"It's fine." he sincerley smiled "Relax." And I did. I looked at him for the first time since I got in the car and reliazed how green his eyes looked, and that there was still a faded purple ring around it.

"How's your eye?" I asked.

"Could be worse, I'll live,"

Then I noticed his shirt. It was a Guns N' Roses t-shirt and it looked like he cut it himslef.

"You like Guns N' Roses?" I asked casually.

"Duh!" He laughed.

"What's your favorite song?" I asked not because I thought he didn't like them but because I was curious.

"Night Train of course!!!" He said excitedly.

"Are you serious? Me to!" I replied.

"Here hold on," he gestured to the wheel and I grabbed it as he reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a CD marked 1980-1995. He handed it to me and grabbed the wheel again.

'Put it in!" he said.

"Wow, bossy," I laughed.

"Sorry, pleaseeee." He said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and inserted it into the slot. Ashton began head banging along to the song and his curls bounced. I mouthed along the words but kept my eyes on him. Every time he moved I couldn't stop staring. Boy was this dude mesmerizing.

Ashton took his hand off the wheel and moved it over to my hand. Ashton was holding my hand.

It wasn't like 7th grade awkward hand holding it was like, I don't even know! No words in any language could possibly describe the feeling of holding his hand. Besides maybe, Lovely.