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Ashton...?

I hopped in, took what I could fit in my lunch bag, and continued down the street.
I had been in the streets for months. I would dumpster dive, take naps in alleyways, and even pickpocket. I got attacked alot. But with every attacking, I got better at defending myself. Now I could knock someone out with a single punch in the right spot. I could rip someone to shreds. I was dangerous.
I had adapted to street life. I had night vision...sort of, I was super strong, arms and legs, I lost alot of weight, I had more energy, more agility, I knew how to handle myself. I was a surviver.
One night I was walking and I smelled food. It was coming from an open window on the other side of the street. I walked across and climbed in. There was a plate of chicken tenders on a small table. I stuffed some in my lunch bag, grabbed a few, squatted in the corner, and started eating them.
Just as I finished the first one, someone walked in. They spotted me. They stared at me and I stared at them. I instantly knew who it was. Ashton Irwin. I was in Ashton Irwin's dressing room. I haven't spoke in months so my voice was rough and raspy. "Ashton...?"
(A/N: Hi peoples. Here comes the 5sos! Woohoo! I can't wait to start writing this! Bye bye.)