elevator music | | ash

four: wanna play a game?

When Ashton started his story, I did not expect him to tell me everything. He literally told me everything. So much for having a closed, celebrity life. I always hear on TV how celebrities hate the spotlight and how they want a private life or that they're at least entitled to one. I'm not saying Ashton did the wrong thing in telling me everything, but man oh man I was not expecting this.

He started from the beginning how his dad left his family when he was two and it was just him and his mom for the longest time. He mentioned how they were at the lowest of low at one point hopping from one trailer park to the left. He said it got so bad he would refuse food at friends' houses because he felt like a burden for taking their food.

When he was about five, his mom had his younger sister and a few years later his younger brother. Because his mom separated from his siblings' father, Ashton was like a father figure to those kids and was forced to grow up really fast. A part of me felt really bad for him. I know what it's like to have to grow up fast. Granted, that part of me is locked up, and I can't even imagine sharing like he did.

He also mentioned he self-harmed, which caused me to almost break down. I don't like when people talk about those kinds of things. It hurts, almost, knowing someone felt so down; down enough to hurt themselves.

Ashton finishes his history, and the room is silent for once. I don't speak because I don't know what to say, and he doesn't speak because he probably doesn't either.

"Say something," Ashton finally says. His hazel eyes meet mine, and I bite down nervously on my bottom lip.

I shrug. "Your past seemed challenging. But you're here now, and that's all that matters."

Ashton manages a laugh, and I shoot him a glare. Looking at everything he's just told me, a laugh is a little out of place. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me so far."

I frown and kick his shoe with my own. "You're annoying, and I hate you."

"You cried when I told you my story."

"Shut the hell up, Ashton, you're lucky I cried."

He laughs his girlish, giggly laugh. "I'm lucky?"

"Yes!" I whine with a slight smirk. "Now stop being annoying again."

Ashton shrugs and leans back against the wall. This shuts him up, but I think it's only temporary. Whether Ashton is talking about something so sad like his past or something so stupid like the jokes he sometimes makes to pass the time, he doesn't shut the hell up. I really hope they get this elevator working soon.

Oh, here I go not feeling sorry for him, anymore. That didn't last long.

"So," Ashton once again says opening his big ass mouth and dragging out the 'o' sound. "Wanna play a game?"

I furrow my brow. "Games?"

"Yes!" His face lights up as he stands up to sit on my side of the elevator. I'm pretty sure he does this just so he can sit next to me because a. his side of the elevator had a perfect view of my face, and b. he sits too close for comfort. Then again, everything about this guy is too close for comfort.

I scoot myself away from him slightly and raise my brow. "You're a child."

"I know. Alright this is how the game goes." He sticks out both his hands holding out his long fingers. It takes me a moment to come to my senses because I can't stop staring.

"What. Are. Those," I say with my jaw dropped and my eyes probably popping out of my head at the size of his hands.

Ashton sighs and rolls his eyes. "They're my hands. Yes, I know they're big. Now, c'mon. Do this!"