Just Baby Scars (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

Xx Chapter 1: This is Where it Begins xX

(A/N) Here we go lovelies, just like I promised. A 5 Seconds of Summer fan fiction. This is going to be an Ashton Irwin one, if you haven't figured that out yet. No judgements here! In case you are wondering this is Ivy!Remember I love you! This is for you!!

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(Ivy's POV)

The school bell rang. That is the last one I am going to hear for 3 whole months. I need to get out of this hell hole. Not that school is actually so bad, it's just the people inside it. The loud mouth teachers, the stuck up bitches, and the damn athletes that push you around. Or at least me. It didn't use to always be this way. I had a big brother. I say had because he left. Not like he died, he just, up and left. He joined a band, they call themselves 5 Seconds of Summer.

Michael Clifford, that's his name. Nothing more nothing less. I loved, yes, loved, him more than anything, he helped me through everything. The bullies, the depression, the fighting. He promised he would stay with me, that he would protect me, even when he went on tour. At first, I thought that stupid band was a joke that it was nothing more than a phase for him, but in the end it wasn't. He bonded with the 3 others quickly. He wasn't there for me as much in the beginning. He still protected me, he would knock the crap out of the football players when they would bother me. He was considered popular, so I guess I didn't have to fight them off. And for the stuck up bitches every school has, they were the worst. They always had something to say to me, whether it was what I'm wearing, the way I acted, they more than likely have a problem with me still breathing.

Michael went on his first tour a little over 8 months ago, he should be back any day now really. I have only actually met Luke, who is apparently the master mind behind this whole band. He was pretty nice, I guess, I mean for a popular anyways. Luke told me that he would make sure Michael texted me every day, just to watch me, which he obviously didn't keep, that's kind of why I don't accept promises anymore.

I didn't even realize I was walking but I was. I looked around, damn, I'm already half way home. I plugged in my headphones, putting on the familiar Green Day playlist, I turned down the street closest to my house. Okay I'm lying, it's actually the long way home (No pun intended, sorry!), but I don't want get there so soon. My mom doesn't really not care about me, it's just that she doesn't, she just doesn't really have time too. She's always working and when she's not, she is checking up on Michael. I don't blame her, Michael can act pretty stupid sometimes.

I rounded the corner onto my street. I can see my house from here. And there's a large white van in front of it. Who's exactly? I started walking a little faster then I really intended to, but I don't like not knowing what is going on, and I do still care about my mom. I saw a dark haired teen, maybe a year above me, walk out. What the fuck? His skin is much too dark to be from here, or at least this part of Australia.

"Luke, get your stupid guitar out of my van!" I recognized the voice. Luke? As in the Luke that made broken promises? I was about 25 feet away from my driveway and I could clearly see the blonde who stole my brother. I dropped my bad at my side. Wait no, please god no. My dropping my bag brought their attention to me. There they are. The 4 guys that pretty much ruined my life. Michael held him arms out, probably looking for a hug, but I was too busy trying to hide my tears.

I wasn't actually crying at least not yet, but I don't think I can stand here much longer. Michael's arms dropped to his sides as Luke and the curly haired one who I assume must be Ashton started bickering about their instruments. "Iv?," Michael started walking towards me.