Hopeless Love (☆Scott McCall x OC☆)

Motel California

✯ACT THREE-PART SIX✯

To be fair, Ashton hadn't originally thought of how awkward it would be, or how crammed when he decided to have Aspen share a room with him and Wesley. But, it wasn't like he was going to have Aspen share with someone he didn't know. Or worse, he didn't like.

So, instead, they all hung out in the small motel room. If one could call it that. It needed a lot of help. A lot.

"Anyone else regretting this trip?" Aspen questioned from where he was laying his bed, scrolling through his phone and trying to distract himself from the fact that the scents from the motel was making his eyes water.

"I am. Definitely am." Ashton sighed as he ran a hand down his face, getting more comfortable under the blanket he had brought. Which he was suddenly very thankful for, he couldn't imagine having to use the comforter he was laying on. It even felt disgusting.

"Yeah, that's it." Aspen groaned as he sat up, sliding his phone into his pocket and grabbing a handful of his clothes. "I'll be back."

"Where you going?" Wesley questioned, breaking his silence as lifted his head from having it buried in Ashton's neck, blinking quickly to adjust to the light.

"Hang out with Aaron." Aspen answered with a small wave and smile before closing the door behind him.

Okay so using Aaron as a distraction. That's what Ashton heard at least.

With a small sigh, Ashton turned in Wesley's hold, lying against his chest and arms wrapping around him tightly.  "Taking a nap." Ashton murmured, eyes closing as he held onto Wesley even tighter.

Wesley only hummed, a small smile on his face as he reached behind them, blindly searching for the bedside lamp before he found the metal balled string, giving it a quick pull and casting them in dark room. "Sweet dreams." Wesley whispered, kissing Ashton's temple before closing his eyes and settling down, intending to do the same as Ashton and get some rest.

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Ashton was zoned out hard. He didn't even pay attention to what Allison and Wesley were talking about. Even as they sat, arms length away from him on the small hotel bed talking shit about the motel they were in, Ashton was unfazed by it all as he focused on something different.

It could've been called a dream. But it felt far too real, and far too vivid.

Maybe a premonition. But Atlas was a witch- not a psychic. He'd never gotten a premonition in the past. Sure, he could sense things every now and then, or just know something- but it was never so intense. Never so much detail.

He could still see it.

The scratches that marked Derek's flesh, staining his tan skin in a red that Ashton both loved and hated.

The way Derek's body limply fell to the bed on his loft, head tilting to the side as his eyes went unfocused and hazed over.

Over and over. Ashton's could feel his connection with Derek snapping, and then being restored. Like Derek was keeping one foot in the living realm, and one foot in the underworld- tiptoeing like a dance on either side until he'd inevitably get dragged into one, leaving the other in his wake to mourn.

It was driving Ashton insane. He needed to do something to distract himself, surely. His chest felt tight, his head felt like it was going to explode while his eyes seemed to focus on every color in the room and brighten them to ten. He felt high- but it was the worst trip he could say he'd ever have the displeasure of experiencing.

"-upid, the shower in our room doesn't even work." Wesley complained with a groan as he leaned back on his elbows, watching Lydia with an amused smile as the strawberry blonde smelled each towel with a grimace.