Lost Kids (a.i.)

twenty seven

Risks make life more exciting

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"Well, I'm off now." John announces after five billion tight hugs. I didn't want him to leave anymore than he did.

"Come back please?" I beg, pouting my bottom lip out.

"Of course, don't worry! I have Ashton's number." He assures me with a smile, opening the door to his little car that was once mine.

"Oh, I'll really miss you."

"And I will miss you, Wendy." He calls out before climbing into the vehicle and driving off. This left me in his dust, alone. My hand reaches for the white gate, opening it sadly and entering the house. The boys had begun practicing their songs they would preform on the tour. That made my heart crack deeper. Everyone was leaving me, and as selfish as that was, I hated it.

"Aw Wen! Cheer up, don't be so glum!" Calum shouts out from his place in the music room. I look up half smiling for him.

"Maybe you could help us decide the setlist? You've heard all the songs." Michael adds, handing me a sheet with all their songs on. I circle a few of my favorites and sigh loudly.

"Wendy, you have to come." Ashton picks up on my saddened mood, standing from the stool behind his drum kit.

"I don't want to be a distraction to the tour." I bite my lower lip hesitantly, twirling a stand of my locks.

"You're only a distraction from the bad things." Michael whimpers, pouting out his bottom lip and looking down sadly. His hair was still faded and added to the glum mood.

"I don't know." I stutter, unsure. I tuck my hair behind my ear and continue to chew on my lower lip. "I could be exposed, the few times I've been out were already too risky."

"Risks make life more exciting." Ashton's eyes light up with joyful emotion. Deciding not to even to say the simple words, I take my hand, waving it through a part of the wall.

"Right." He responds, looking down to his feet and blushing.

The boys search the room for destructions, giving me the vibe I should leave. I stand up straight, walking to the steps to Ashton's room. The room smells fresh, he much have showered this morning. I crawl through the hole in the closet that we never closed, reaching the attic. I lock the attic door, so no one could enter my little cave.

I softly play the old records, watching the large discs spin in circles. I pat out the mattress, dust flying in every direction. With a dust pan, I sweep off cobwebs from the wooden boards. The cave already looked more open and cleaner.

"Thought you would be up here." Ashton chuckles, crawling through the small opening to my left. I sigh, not saying a word, for I did not know what to say.

He walks over to the frozen in time flower. Picking it up from the green stem and examining it closely. "Now, Ghost Girl." He starts, looking at me.

"Yes, Bandana Boy." A smirk tugging of the corners of my mouth. He wasn't wear a bandana today, but the name fit him.

"How is it, you choose me over Caspar the friendly boyfriend ghost?" He holds a confident smile. My jaw drops, no one knew about the choice, I never told anyone and nobody was there.

"How may you ask I know?" Ashton reading my mind, "because when you awoke a withered away flower just like this fell into my possession."

"How did you know you were the other choice?" I raise my eyebrow eager for his answer.

"Because in your hand, there was the photograph." My hand pats my back pocket where the picture sat comfortably. "Because when I suddenly arrive you appear to the world. Because when I'm with you, your skin shines brighter. When I touch you sparks fly. Because when I kiss you, god when I kiss you, your shivering temperature fades and the warmth of your heart that doesn't beat shines for miles."

My words are chocked up, touching my hand to my throat. Then the electricity clicks, and we collide to one another. Connecting our lips where temperatures fade and touches sparkle.

{sorry I didn't update in a bajillion years, I'm the worst.}