chains | ashton irwin

three

Song of this chapter:
Lane Boy - Twenty One Pilots

I wake up to the slightest amount of daylight shining through the small window above the bed I don't remember falling asleep in. I rub the sleep out of my eyes, making everything become more clear.

I look around the room that I was so familiar with as a kid. The walls were a dark blue color that I had convinced grandma to paint it. The color was always my favorite and still is to this day. The sheets on the unmade bed that I laid in were a silver color. I recognize them as the same ones from my childhood. Memories of sleepovers with Grandma and my cousins come flooding back. And I am once again hit with the desire to just rewind back to that time.

My eyes graze upon my red suitcase neatly planted by the door. I don't recall bringing it up here. But I also don't remember falling asleep either. I sigh, climbing out of the awfully comfortable bed, tying my hair back in the process. The smell of food almost hits me in the face as an made my way down the kitchen.

"What smells so good, Gram?" I ask, making way into the kitchen.

I stop in my tracks at the sight in front of me.

"Lasagna, sweetie." Ashton grins over at me before bending down to take out a pan of the pasta. I internally groan as I watch him cut up the food, a grimace plastered on my face.

"Why do you keep popping up?" I ask, snatching a breadstick off the counter before leaning against it.

"I could ask you the same question." He responds as I take a bite of the delicious piece of bread.

"This is my Gram's house you man child." I scoff, my voice coming out muffled as I stuffed the rest of the breadstick into my mouth. I reach over to get another one as Ashton speaks again.

"You'll ruin your appetite." He slyly mumbles, nodding his head in the direction of the snack in my hand. I roll my eyes, making eye contact with the boy as I tore off the top and popping into my mouth. I send him a mischievous glare as he shakes his head in defeat. I mentally do a victory dance as I continued to stuff my mouth, not caring if I ruin my appetite.

The back door suddenly opens, revealing Gram holding a basket of what seemed to be vegetables. "My tomatoes are finally ripe!!" She excitedly announced as she made her way into the kitchen. I give her a big smile, amused by how thrilled she was over her tomatoes. "Oh, honey you'll ruin your appetite." She says to me, snatching the breadstick I had almost forgot I was chomping at, out of my hand.

"I tried to tell her, Miss Brenda." Ashton says, shaking his head. I hold in my rude comments as he handed me a plate of lasagna, a huge smirk across his annoying face.

I make my way into the dining room, most likely stomping due to the slight betrayal I felt. My eyes widen as I noticed Ashton sitting in my seat. The seat I sat in every single time I visited this place. As a kid and as an adult now. A flash of anger engulfed me and I was suddenly standing in front of Ashton. "That's my seat." I practically growl through my gritted teeth. I become even more angrier at his idiotic response.

"I don't see your name on it, Sky." He chuckles, obviously proud of himself.

"My name is Skylar." Anyone with ears and good comprehension skills could easily realize I was completely boiling with anger. I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch him. I wanted him out. I wanted him to stop ruining my only safe place.

"Skylar, dear. Sit down won't you?" Gram once again safes the day. I turn to see her walking into the room with a full plate, a smile on her face, oblivious to the events that were about to go down just seconds ago. I feel the hotness of my face drain as I made my way to the seat across from the one I should be seated at. And in this case, the one Ashton was seated at. I feel defeated as I sat down, feeling Ashton's eyes glued to me.

"This is so nice!!" Gram exclaims, clapping her hands together before picking up her fork. I shoot her a forced smile as I picked at the saucy pasta in front of me. It smelled delicious but I wouldn't dare tell Ashton that.

"What's wrong, Skylar?" Ashton's unpleasant accent spoke up, causing my head to snap in his direction. "Lost your appetite?" He smirks, causing a scowl to instantly appear.

"Yeah but it's not from the breadsticks."

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IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A FEW WEEKS. SCHOOL STARTED LAST WEDNESDAY, MY 16th BIRTHDAY WAS SATURDAY, AND THE PARTY WAS SATURDAY (which was hype af btw) ITS JUST BEEN SO CRAZY AROUND HERE. SO I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS SHITTY CHAPTER I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU ALL.

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