Wonderwall- M.G.C

10- Ashton Fucking Irwin.

At the end of the day I walk home by myself. I didn't say goodbye to Gracie, I couldn't bring myself to, and I didn't want to.

I only want to talk to one girl, and that's Cassidy.

When I get home, I remember I have to work my shift at the diner.

I sigh, because I just want to go to bed.

I just want to cry, and I want to start today all over again.

"You alright, Love?" my mum asks, walking out with a steaming, fresh mug of coffee.

"Yeah..." I sigh again, before walking away and I begin to take orders. I know she doesn't believe me and that's fine by me.

When I turn the corner, I glance at my notepad to see who I have to serve. Table 7.

I walk over with my head down and I sad pull in my groin.

But when I lift my head up, mumbling the repetitive words of 'are you ready to order?' I see it's the person I want to see least.

Ashton Fucking Irwin.

His eyes are heavy with his stress, his hair is messy, like he's run his hand through it too many times, and there's a pack of cigarettes by his hand.

He looks up and his expression falls.

"Clifford." His voice is stern and I just nod.

"Ashton. What will it be?" my voice is quiet but just loud enough for him to hear, and I just wanted this to be over.

"Just a coffee, I'm pretty skint." He laughs bitterly. Despite Ashton only being 18, one year older than me, he looks like he could be a stressed 24 year old. Easily.

I nod, writing down his order, and I go to walk away before he says something again.

"Oh, and a slice of your break," he stops and looks away. "I need to talk to you."

I nod and walk away.

Fuck.

*

"You're not gonna beat me up, are you?" I ask anxiously, sitting down and putting apron beside me.

He chuckles.

"No, not if you listen," he says, and I'm not going to lie his tone scares me slightly, but I try to keep my voice from wavering.

I nod, instead.

"I know that you know Cassidy isn't okay. I know you know Cassidy is broke, and delicate, and I know you know, Cassidy didn't deserve what you fucking gave her today," I nod, and the guilt grows and grows. And grows.

"I do know, and I don't know why I did it," I stop and but my head in my hands. "Because I'm a fucking idiot. That's why."

"You're not an idiot, Michael. You're a nice lad, and I know somewhere in you, you hate Gracie, and you think Cassidy is better, and that what Gracie does is wrong, and that Cassidy doesn't deserve anything she gets. I can see it in the way you look at her." He smiles and I smile to. "you look at Cassidy differently, and you know that night when you walked her home, she told me that you made her laugh. Laugh. You're the first person that's been able to do that in a long time. She's depressed, has been for four years, she has anxiety, and I won't tell you anymore because I'm sure you'll find out soon enough from some shitty gossip."

"it drives me insane," I laugh sadly and so does he.

"I just need you to promise me one thing."

"Sure," I say, hesitantly.

He inches in closer, and his eyes are as hard as iron.

"Don't you ever fucking break my little sisters heart again."

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