impacts - Ashton Irwin

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ANNABELLE'S POV

I had come home from school early, straight after my stupid breakdown at school. I never want to go back again, everybody probably thinks I'm mental.

As soon as I got home, I chucked my bag on the kitchen counter and sat down in the living area, wrapping myself in a big blanket. It was hot outside but I felt cold, maybe because of my cold fucking behavior that went down today in the cafeteria.

I put on a movie, barely watching it but it taking my mind off what's happening. As I unlock my phone, I go to text Finn, one of our favorite jokes.

Hey Finno! How many tickles does it take

to make an octopus laugh?!

No reply.

ten tickles, haha fuck

I felt completely stupid for texting him when I knew he won't reply, obviously, especially when in the back of my mind I was hoping he would text back.

A knock on the door frightens me as I lure myself closer to the door, gently opening it to reveal the boy that walked with me to school this morning. Ashton was his name.

As I was about to tell him I'm busy, he bursts into my house and sits on the stools at the breakfast counter in the kitchen.

"I never got your name?" Ashton says as he pulls an apple out of his bag and munches on it.

"Wha-what are you d-doing in m-my hou-se?" Trying my hardest not to stutter.

"I asked first!" He chirps and smiles. He has a nice smile.

"Annabelle." I bluntly reply, I seriously just can't be bothered anymore.

Yet Ashton stands up and heads towards the couch, causing me to grown. Usually, I would love to have an attractive boy like him in my house but I really don't like the company lately.

"You need someone to talk this through, why not a complete stranger!" He throws his arms up in confusion and laughter.

"I r-really don't wanna talk a-about it, and I've had this talk a m-million times." I mutter, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yes you have, but I want you to sit down and talk to me, pleaseeeee! Besides I really want to get to know you!" He pats the couch next to him, ushering me to sit with him, I groan proceed to do so.

I sit next to him and look at my fingers, fumbling nervously at them. I refuse to speak.

"Not leaving here until you talk to me Belle." He playfully sighs.

"Don't call me that." I snap, remembering it was Finn's nickname for me. I suck in a deep breath sharply and purse my lips.

"Fuck, sorry." He says apologetically. I feel a bit bad for what I said but I'm really not in the mood.

"Favorite movie?" He bursts, I groan ignorantly as I realize he was one who won't give up.

"The Breakfast club, or F-footloose."

"Favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Favorite food?"

"Chicken nuggets."

As soon as I answer that, Ashton can't help but burst into an adorable fit of laughter, my eyes absorbing his beautiful features.

I grin as well, and realize he is the first person who has made me smile in weeks. I automatically fix my emotion to a plain stare.