Gone || Ashton Irwin

Chapter 28

“You seem like you’re in an awfully good mood.” My mother says with a smile.

“Yeah.” I tell her with a smile.

“Actually, it seems like you’ve been in a good mood all week.” She points out, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I actually thought you’d be worse off since you met your dad’s fiancee-”

“She’s not too bad.” I tell her with a half smile.

“Is that a new sweater?” She asks, taking a seat next to me.

“It’s Ashton’s.” I admit. “The sleeves are too long for me.”

“I was gonna say it looked a little big.” She says with a grin.

The doorbell rings and I stand up immediately, darting across the room. I hear my mom laugh and I roll my eyes as I open the door.

“Hey, Val.” Ashton says with a smile.

“Hi.” I say with a grin.

“Ready to go?” He asks.

“Yeah. Bye, mom!” I call out.

“Bye, sweetie!” She shouts as I close the door behind me.

Ashton grabs a hold of my hand and starts swinging our arms back and forth as we walk to his car. “I like your shirt.”

“Thanks. Bought it last week.” I tell him with a smile.

“Did you really?”

“Yeah, half off at Hot Topic.”

“Didn’t know you shopped there.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“I know you’re a thief. How’d you even get that shirt?”

“You left it here yesterday, come on.” I say, stopping in front of him.

“I never wore that to your house. Did I just leave without a shirt on?” He asks with a grin.

I grab his other hand and rock back and forth on my heels. “You might’ve.”

“You know, I should call the cops on you. Stealing is a crime punishable by law.” He says, resting his forehead against mine.

“Then I should call the cops on you, because you stole something very important to me.”

“What? Your heart?”

“No, you asshole. You still haven’t given me back my hoodie that’s technically yours that I really like.”

“Give me back my sweatshirt.” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“Nevermind, you can keep it.”

“It’s my hoodie anyway.”

“Then it’s a win-win.” I tell him with a giggle as I bump my nose with his before pulling away. “So, are we just gonna hang out with the guys today?”

“I actually had something else in mind. You didn’t really think I’d let the guys crash our date?”

“I don’t know.” I tell him with a shrug and a smile. “So, what do you have planned?”

“Let’s head over to my place.” He says with a grin.

“What? Do you have condoms or something?” I ask with a loud laugh, throwing my head back.

“Valerie, c’mon.” He whines with a smile. “I have something really awesome planned.”

“Oh, so it’s awesome? I’m definitely on board.” I tell him with a laugh.

“Just shut up and get in the car.”

“What a gentleman.”

“Damn, I love you.”

~~~

“Holy shit.” I say, looking around Ashton’s living room.

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

“Awesome.” I tell him, my mouth hanging slightly open. “It’s like, the Candyland of immature teenagers.”

“There’s Twister, painting easels, paint, video games, water guns, walkie talkies, make up, popsicle sticks, a station for thumb wrestling, a polaroid for photos, temporary tattoos, and there’s dinner that’s waiting to be made in the kitchen with youtube tutorials.”

“Dude.” I say with a laugh. “This is fucking awesome.”

“Oh, and there’s like, a shitload of glitter in the backyard.”

“Holy shit.” I repeat. “Okay, so what are we doing first?”

“Your choice.” He says with a grin.

“Painting easels.” I say, dragging him over to them. “What are we supposed to do here?”

“I figured we could paint pictures of each other-”

“Hell yes.” I tell him. “Go sit down. I’m gonna get your black eye perfect.”

“It’s not even that bad anymore.” He whines.

“Shh.” I whisper with a smile.

So we spend the next few hours doing everything in his house. From the walkie talkie hide and go seek, to the water gun fight, the glitter fight in the backyard, the make overs, the painfully short game of Twister, an intense twelve rounds of thumb wrestling, temporary tattoo parlor, making houses out of popsicle sticks, playing Call of Duty, and a horrible dinner that’s covered in glitter.

“I think I need to take a shower.” I tell Ashton with a laugh.

“We need to take pictures first.” Ashton says, reaching over me to grab the camera. “It’s a Polaroid.”

“Impressive.” I tell him with a giggle. “You know, your floor is way more comfortable than it looks.”

“I’m glad you think so.” He says, holding the camera up. “Say ‘cheese’.”

“Cheese!” I say, shutting my eyes and grinning at the camera.

The picture prints out of the camera and Ashton and I look at it intently until the picture shows up.

“Ew!” I say. “I look horrible!”

“Val, you look beautiful.”

“No, I look like a mouse.” I grumble.

“No, you don’t. You’re literally perfect. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this picture at all.”

“Damn you, Ashton. You always look good in pictures.” I tell him, snatching the picture out of his hands.

“Can’t say you’re wrong. The camera loves me.”

“The camera isn’t the only thing that loves you.” I tell him with a smile as I press my lips against his. I hear the camera go off and pull away. “Seriously?”

“We have not taken a single picture of us kissing. What kind of couple are we if we don’t have a picture of us kissing?”

“You’re such a dork.” I say with a laugh as Ashton grabs my chin and kisses me again. The shutter goes off and I smile into the kiss.

Ashton doesn’t pull away as he mutters against my lips, “How the hell did I manage to get so damn lucky?”

the amount of fluff is unreal, enjoy B)