Lost Kids (a.i.)

twenty five

...but we are from two different worlds. The dead and the living. Colliding the two together would cause disasters. In the end you could be heart broken, and I want the best for you.

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Slowly the white faded into a blurry image. Colors and figures adding in. "Wendy?" The same voice speaks out.

"Ashton." I throw my arms around the blond in front of me. I can feel the Polaroid photo still in my left hand, which was still the pale white color. The four other boys stare at me blankly, their eyes hold heavy dark bags under them.

"Thank God you choose to stay, I don't know what we would have done if you left." Bandana boy whispers into my ear, unable for the others to hear. I pull away from the embrace, the picture still in my hand.

"How long was I out for?"

"About an hour." My brother replies, glancing at his watch. I look to Ashton, he looks the worst. He had stayed awake for twenty four hours plus.

"Let's go back home, you guys need rest." I slide out of the booth, pulling Luke by his hand and the others following. The worker at the diner only lifts his head when leave. I could tell he did not want to be there either by the half awake face that showed.

The diner was no more than a five minute walk from the house, but it took longer as the boys dragged their feet in a slump. Reaching the picket fence, I take a deep breath, entering the house's grounds. I push the boys into their beds, passing out right at their doors. I placed John on the couch, letting out a sigh of relief once the house was silent. I step onto the back porch, looking out onto the small town. Little lights flickered on and off in various places. I pull out the photograph, which I had put in the fold of the skirt I wore. My eyes widen when I see the image that was once just black space. I move my thumb, which covered the main picture.

"What's that?" It was Ashton, his accent thicker than the others.

"Oh, nothing!" I whip my head around, hiding the picture behind my back.

"All right." He drags out the words, running his hand through his curls.

"What are you doing out of bed? You haven't slept in over twenty four hours. Gosh, I sound like a mother." I let out a small giggle, Ashton adds in his own.

"I couldn't sleep without telling you something." His laugh fades, a more serious tone replaces it.

"Okay, tell me." I say, propping my arm on the top of the back fencing.

"Well, when you were out and Luke said you could leave us forever and.." He kicks at a small pebble, losing his train of thought.

"Yeah..."

"So, I-" his hazel eyes glance up, locking with mine. He takes a step closer, closing the space between us. My cold breaths mix with his warm ones. He wraps his hands around the crook of my neck, holding my head to his. His eyes flutter shut and he leans in, pressing his pink lips to mine. I push mine back to his, not wanting to let the moment go. The warmth of his lips tingled on mine, leaving a heating trace. His eyes open, a more exotic color in them. "So, I like you." He finishes his sentence finally.

I can't say anything at that moment, because I honestly didn't know if I did like Ashton. "Ashton, you're great and handsome, but we are from two different worlds. The dead and the living. Colliding the two together would cause disasters. In the end you could be heart broken, and I want the best for you."

"Haven't you seen The Little Mermaid? Where two different worlds do collide and even through the toughest time they work it out."

"Don't you see? I'm not a mermaid, a beautiful creature. I'm dead, a monster really. If we went forward with a relationship think, you would never have kids, you would grow old, and I would not. It just wouldn't work." I explain.

"What if I changed that?"

"What?"

"What if I changed two worlds to one world." A small smile tugging on the lips of his mouth.

"No Ashton, no." I infer that he means he would die as there is no way to bring me back to life.

"Fine then, I should go to bed." His head hands low, and he leaves me alone in the yard again.

I pull out the photograph again, looking at it deeply. It was almost a coincidence, the image held the picture of Ashton and I locked in each other's lips. His large hands holding my jaw gently. I sigh, looking up to the sky and letting my thoughts fly.

{currently moving house rn, but I procrastinate. }