masterpiece | a.i.

✱ three ✱

ashton's POV:

she left. just like that. I didn't even catch her name.

I stared at the number looped across the napkin. when should I call? 9? no that's too early. 3? that's too late.

ugh.

I set the napkin down on my nightstand and sat up. reaching behind my head I grasped the collar of my shirt and pulled up. the shirt came off with ease. I discarded it to the floor. folding my glasses I tossed them on the nightstand.

I flopped on my stomach attempting to get some sleep. it was late and my mind was running a mile a minute.

it was hot in here. I rolled out of bed and walked over to my window. I slid it open and let the cool night air flow into the room. Layin back down I drifted into black.

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11am. I called.

she answered on the third ring. "hello?" she sounded bright and alert.

"UH, hey it's ashton. the guy from the coffee shop last night. I wasn't sure when you wanted me to come over?" why did I make it sound like a question. DUH. idiot.

she chuckled "anytime you're free. I live on the corner of Burke and Clyne. blue house. see you soon!"

she hung up without waiting for a reply. smiling slightly i trailed into the bathroom for a shower.

15 minutes later I was pulling my vans on and tucking my phone into my pocket. my mind was racing. worse than the previous night.

why am I doing this? this is ludicrous. she could be an ax murder

don't be stupid ash

something about this girl intrigued me. more then I personally liked.

I was most curious about what she meant by capturing my feelings. maybe the whole mystery factor of this girl is what propelled my legs down the walk, through the town and up the steps of the blue house on the corner of Burke and Clyne.

three knocks and a 20 second pause later the door swung open. she stood there. hair in a messy bun, and in sweats. she smiled "hey ashton. thanks for coming over. I know it seems kind of weird. but...thanks." she rambled out quickly. stepping aside she led me in the house and up the stairs.

the house was relatively empty. simple decorations and simple housewares objects.

her room was another story. all four corners of the room had stacks and stacks of paintings. multiple colors played off of one another.

more paintings cluttered the wall. it's was chaotically peaceful in its own manner.

she smiled at the awed look on my face and gestured to her bed. we sat and she studied my face for a while before sitting back against her headboard.

"so. talk to me. " she stated calmly gauging my expression with knowing eyes.

I could feel the guards I had perfected instantly go up. "uhm, I thought you wanted to capture my feelings?" I chuckled.

she nodded. "I am. but you have to talk."

and so I did.

"my full name is ashton fletcher irwin. you can call me ash. im 17 and im in a band called 5 seconds of summer... we suck. believe me."

that's how our afternoon went. I told her the everyday things. not going into much detail. she nodded and made the appropriate replies.

it ended at 2pm when my mom called me asking if I could pick up bread at the shops before I returned. she walked me to the door.

"will I see you again?" I asked with a slight nervous smile.

she nodded "I'll call you."

with that I turned and walked away.

I was halfway home when I realized once again I never got her name.

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