you don't go to parties • an Ashton Irwin fanfic

two

   "Yo! Ash! Get out of bed man, it's already 10 and I need your help cleaning up!"

   "Michael Gordon Clifford, I swear to all the gods above, you better let me sleep." Look, he knows he says this every time, but this was probably the worst hangover Ashton's ever had in his life. He's in no way a lightweight, and he usually remembers the parties he hosts the next day. But today? Absolutely nothing. His mind is blank, he's sleeping on the couch instead of his nice bed (which explains the sore back), and he only has one sock on. He doesn't even remember wearing two socks. "Wait, what the fuck happened last night?!"

   A cliché line that Ash never thought he'd have to say. He took pride in being able to remember every insignificant little detail of all of his parties. For example, he loved that he remembered this one party in his freshman year because Mikey had tried to do a handstand and ended up kicking his crush in the nose. Ashton never wanted Michael to forget that. But yesterday was still completely blank. He couldn't remember anything after trying to build up the courage to talk to his mystery girl before she disappeared.

   Holy fuck. Mystery girl. Did he miss his chance to talk to her? Did he talk to her and just forget? God he really fucked up. What did he even have to drink last night?

   "DUDE! You totally spaced out there, you good?"

   "What?" Ashton looked up at Michael. "I-I'm fine, just trying to remember last night."

   "Well, if you were listening to me you would've heard me tell you that you ended up freaking out over some mystery? So Cal gave you a cig to calm you down which then caused someone to bring their weed and it all blossomed from there. Seriously I don't think I've ever seen you that fucked. Even our first freshman party."

   Some mystery? That had to be his mystery girl, right? Ashton couldn't think of any other mystery. While trying to process all the information Michael just gave him, Ash's phone went off. He expected it to be one of the guys, but instead saw the name Cameron.

   "Mikey, do you know anyone by the name Cameron?" Ashton looks up and notices that Michael is already gone. "Thanks, buddy. You're a lot of help." He rolls his eyes and looks back at his phone.

   thanks for the advice yesterday, i really needed it :)

   Advice? If there are only two things Ashton knows it's that: 1. he is awful at giving advice and 2. never trust Cal with a secret (poor guy ends up forgetting it's a secret and blabs it to whoever will listen).

   Advice? Who is this? No, that sounds rude. You're welcome :) Always here for help. "No, Ashton. You fucking moron, you're awful at advice!" He groans and deletes the message. He also prays to the gods that Cameron is not staring at the three little dots constantly pop up and go away. "Who the hell is Cameron?!"

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   "Fuck, Kat. I probably scared him away!!" Cameron was pacing back and forth staring at her phone waiting for a text back from the guy she met at the party yesterday. She had seen him around, but she never learned his name. Then at the party she finally got the courage to talk to him. She wasn't one to have crushes, but damn was he fine. She was drawn to him as soon as she went to her first Kappa Tau party. But she knew that he was a sophomore and probably wouldn't care too much about some "baby" freshman.

   Cameron Solace was in no way a partier in high school. But her best friend Katrina Larson dragged her to nearly every frat house that was throwing a party during rush week. They went all over and there didn't seem to be many going on until they reached Kappa Tau Gamma. Everyone at the school seemed to be there. There were people in the front and back yard, people in the house, even people on the roof (Cam decided she didn't want to know how that happened).

   "K, please. You know I hate parties." Cameron drags her feet on the sidewalk, willing herself to stay in place even as her best friend (tries) to drag her to the frat house.

   "Come on, C. Stay for 30 minutes and if you still hate it, we can go back to ZBZ. Deal?" Going back to their sorority house, Zeta Beta Zeta, wasn't much better since it'd be empty until everyone decides to come back from the parties. Then it'll be full of drunk college girls who don't know their right from left. But anything would be better than staying here.

   "Deal. I'm starting a timer right now. You can't trick me out of this." Cameron pulls out her phone and sets a timer for 30 minutes. She knew if she didn't Kat would try to trick her into staying longer than necessary. They walk into the house and Cam immediately looses her hearing due to the loud ass music blaring through the place.

   "I'm gonna go get a drink! You want something?" Kat yells over the music (if Cameron wasn't deaf already, she definitely would be now).

   "Yeah, you know what I like! Meet me at the staircase." Cam goes to walk towards the staircase, and as she's walking she could've sworn she felt someone's eyes on her. She chooses to ignore it and continued to the stairs. She looks around the house, searching for anyone she may recognize. Then her eyes landed on him. Tall, handsome, prettiest eyes you've ever seen. She felt like she could faint right then and there, even with no alcohol in her system. She had to know who he was.

   And she did. She somehow ended up sitting in the hallway with him, talking about her homesickness and the stress of being a college freshman. She had asked him for advice on how to pass her film class (even though he wasn't a film major) until she realized they had never exchanged names.

   "I don't think I ever caught your name, I'm Cameron by the way."

   "I'm Ashton."

   "C, you're freaking out for no reason. He has to be really messed up to freak out over that simple of a text."

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   "I'm freaking out man!" Ashton finished telling Luke the entire story of what had happened. Or at least all that he remembers. "I have no memory of who Cameron is or what advice I gave them. I'm terrible at advice! I probably fucked this poor person over with my shitty advice!"

   "Dude, you're freaking out for no reason. There's not problem with blacking out after a party. I mean look at Mikey, he blacks out all the time. Just text or call this Cameron, explain to them that you were high and drunk as hell last night, and let them know that you can't remember what happened." Luke was sitting on Ash's bed as Ash paced back and forth, biting his lip anxiously.

   "That's not a douchebag move? Like I just forget every girl I talk to? What if they think I'm toxic?"

   "Oh my God, just give me your phone!" Luke reaches out and grabs Ashton's phone from his hand before he could react. He starts typing and Ash is worried that whatever Luke says won't be good enough (not that he didn't believe in Luke, he did, she was just also going absolute batshit). "There." Luke hands his phone back and Ashton sees that not only did Luke type the message, he also sent it already.

   No problem. But look, I got really messed up last night and if I'm being completely honest I forgot everything that happened. Can we start over?

   "Really dude? It was that easy?"

   "It was that easy." As Luke gets up and walks out of Ashton's room, Ash's phone already goes off.

   i'd like that, i'm Cameron :)

A/N: okay, this took a lot longer than I wanted it to. I'm so sorry. I had my first couple of exams last /this week and I was VERY stressed out. If you follow my Twitter you'll also know I was having a crisis over how to format the texts in here. I'm still not sure how I feel about it but I really wanted to get chapter 2 published. so because of that, expect to see an edited version at some point (probably). Anyways I hope you enjoyed guys, gals, non-binary pals, and others :)

Word count (minus A/N and this): 1,345 words