dear ashton ;; ashton irwin a.u

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thursday october 1st, 2015

third person point of view

"c'mon ash!" bryana called for him. ashton tensed as the beautiful blonde model called him that, while tugging on his hand, dragging him into a cute little café. ashton had told his best friends/ bandmates that no one but them and her could call him ash. yet they refrained from doing so, so it wouldn't strike a nerve. he didn't tell bryana not to call him 'ash' though.

as she ordered a drink and a small pastry - both having names ashton could most definitely not pronounce - he sat off to the side in a small booth by one of the large windows the café had. bryana sat down, starting a conversation about random things, ranging from how she didn't like yellow gummy bears, and how she had a big photo shoot coming up. ashton just nodding and smiling, pretending to actually be listening when he wasn't. because his thoughts were on her.

she had been taking up most of his thoughts most of the time since he last saw her six weeks ago. if he was hanging out with luke, michael and calum - her. in an interview - her. preforming for thousands of people - her. with bryana -her. waking up in the morning - her. waking up in the middle of the night - her. about to go to sleep - her. in the shower - her. but never in a sexual way. it pained him to say her actual name. to even think about it. it was always her. her, her, her. never alaska. nope. never. not once.

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alaska stood behind the 'bouquet making' table in the local florist where she worked. she had been making bouquet's all day, and she was pretty sure that her hands might have been slightly pink and red from the dyed daisies. but, the owner of the small shop, laurel, had a big order for a wedding, and alaska was the only one secluded to work today. the day before the order had to be finished. when she was finished, she hung up her apron and locked up shop, walking to the bus stop that was only two blocks away, after grabbing her bag from the back room of the flower shop. usually she wasn't the one to lock up late at night, so this was new to her.

luckily, she got home safe. her mum and pa sitting on the couch in the living room watching some show that had not given alaska any interest. as she trudged up the stairs to her room, her mum was asking how her day had been, alaska just shouting back a simple 'okay'. when she got to her room she turned the light on and plopped down on her desk chair, beginning her third letter to the boy she adored the most.

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not so interesting, but now you know that ashton does still think about her.

he hasn't forgotten!

sorry for and spelling + grammar mistakes.

-kenny