impacts - Ashton Irwin

t w e n t y - t h r e e

"Need you to come over, I'm confused." I groan loudly into the speaker of my phone, Luke sighed in reply, grunting as I heard shuffling through his room.

"I'll take the bus over, see you soon," he muttered. I laughed through the phone, "You're the best!"

"Why did you need me here?" Luke huffed, kicking off his shoes and making himself at home.

I placed my hands on my hips, "Because, I don't know how to get over what happened today."

Luke grabs an apple and props himself up onto the kitchen counter, "Just pretend it never happened, I mean think about it, you're too awkward to bring it up into a conversation, you tried before and look how that turned out."

My eyes sent deathly glares in his direction, "Luuuuke."

"It's the truth Hazel," He shrugs casually, biting into the fresh red apple once more, "You wanted my advice, there it is."

I open my mouth to speak but Luke beat me to it, "So, where's Jo?"

"She'll be home soon, we're having a movie night, I forgot to tell you she's leaving to Melbourne for a few days, leaves tomorrow actually." I gulp.

"She told me," He chuckled, leaving me a bit confused, my puzzled face must of given it away as Luke just laughs.

"She text me, she was all like 'You look after my baby Luke, I trust you,' " he mimicked. I had completely forgotten that my mother and Luke had each others numbers, but it was necessary, seeing as he was practically family.

I stretched my arm across my back and sighed in relief, laughing as I did so after seeing Luke's reaction to my goofy move.

"I should get going then, I'll see you tomorrow at school yeah?"

I nod and smile, "See you then Lucas." He smirks as I repeat the action, knowing he hates the name, Lucas.

"Up yours." He laughed and gave me his middle finger. I faked gasped in reply as he waved his way out the door.

"I'm home!" I hear my mum announce, "Woohoo!" I cheer in sarcasm as she scoffs at me.

Despite the sarcasm, I engulfed mum in a welcoming hug. The thing that some people found unusual was my mother's personality. You see, she doesn't like acting all strict, but when she does lay down rules, as any parent, she expects them to be followed by.

She's not a stereotypical 'cool mom.' She's just like a sister or a best friend. You tell her a lot (not everything) but almost. You just avoid the parts where you know it would disappoint her, like losing your virginity at a young age (which no, I haven't done) or doing drugs, drinking and what not.

It just feels so good to have Jo as my mum. That's probably why I didn't have a lot of girl friends, because I was just so open with my mum, I didn't really need that immediate girl talk with mates.

Besides, the boys have their moments, being all feminine.

Mum and I sat on the couch, blankets surrounding our every inch of skin as we giggled and turned on the television, picking at the sweets in the bowl on my lap.

Our eyes become in sync as they widen at the sight of what's on T.V.

"Let's watch the rugby instead," I smirk, raising an eyebrow and glancing at my mum, who is nodding furiously.

"Let's do it."

"GO THE BRONCOS!" I scream into my phone, sending a snapchat to Ashton.