505 days ~ irwin

414 days before

Author's note:

I am trying to make the process go by faster by skipping days in far jumps but this won't inhibit the content the story will still run the same so don't worry and besides I'm sure you are as eager as i am to get to 1 day before

happy reading

-tb

Brinley

"Hello all, come on in." I welcomed everyone into the treehouse as I stood in front of the massive white board that basically took up the entire wall. "Man, I missed this place." I whispered to myself, as I glanced around the beautifully decorated room. I really should be an interior designer or something.

"You asshole, we all though you died." Calum yelled from the other side of the room.

Everyone was sat and took up both the couches, and sprawled on the floor. We were all like a comfy ol' family.

"I'm like the walking, living, final destination movies." I fluttered my eyelashes, bathing in all my glory.

"So why are we here?" Savannah said in then most condescending tone. I could tell already that she already had plans straight after this, and to Sav, her time is "precious" and if you waste it, you'll regret it.

" 'cause I thought you all would've missed me?" I spoke because it was an obvious answer to her stupid question. "It's after school on a fucking Thursday, who the hell has plans?" I asked, knowing that the only person who would answer would be Savannah.

Sav raised her hand. I knew it.

"Not to be a bitch or anything-" She started and I was already rolling my eyes until they strained and I could just see the back of my head. "I have an appointment." She scoffed, blowing on her nails to relieve it from dust, and shined her gel nails on her Marc Jacobs sweater.

"What kind of appointment?" Riley blurted.

"Pedicure, duh." Savannah nonchalantly rolled her eyes.

She sounded so air headed I just wanted to knock some sense back into her. I totally forgot why I let her in the group in the first place. I mean, what does she have to offer besides her daddy's bank account balance?

"You can leave." I simply put. I didn't want her to get on my nerves this time, I've only been back for a day.

"I'm good thanks." Anyone with a slightly functioning brain would hear the sarcasm coming from this pretentious assholes face hole of a mouth that's probably been on the whole schools dicks, including the gym teachers.

"Anyway." I held back every last of my being from jumping her. I shook my head lightly, and adverted my vision away from such a pyscho. "I'm assuming the exposure of the pranks backlash went a-o-kay." I looked around, trying to read everyone's faces. Almost everyone had the look that they wanted to go home, others just looked like they need a cold bottle or corona light.

"Yeah." Ashton mumbled, without even making eye contact. He always made eye contact with me, he usually finds an excuse to.

"Did you assholes ruin it or something by talking to each other?" I crossed my arms and slightly popped my hip.

"Nope." Calum enunciated on the "p" clearly not wanting to be here as much as I didn't want to deal with his attitude.

"Did all you guys make a pact to simultaneously be angry with me?" I started to feel an emotion I never thought I could feel before: Guilt.

"We were worried sick. Not even a phone call, text, anything. For two days, Brin." Calum explained.

"One day, kiddo. But good try." I smirked, tilting my head. The usual routine.

"Doesn't matter. And you left us in the dust. We're not mad, just a little upset." He looked like a sad kitten or something. Too bad I hate cats.

"You guys are overreacting." As-fucking-usual. 

"Brin, one day you're going to take this all too far and you'll be gone. And we'll just keep thinking for the next 10 years; we're just "overreacting."" Calum leaned forward as he spoke. Almost like he was talking down on me. Little did he know, I knew where the line is. Surprising, isn't it? Believe it or not, Brinley actually can see the line from here. The only difference is that my line is further than others. But I am very clear with my limits. 

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"They're just so anal about everything." I tucked the small hair behind my ear, positioning my french braids back behind me as I started the engine. 

"Tell me about." I couldn't tell if Ashton was using sarcasm or not. And I'm the queen of sarcasm. Quite possibly I could be both the King and Queen of sarcasm. That's what my parents like to label me as. When they actually pay attention to my existence, of course. 

"That's why I like you, Ash." I used my, one of many, signature side smirks as I check my reflection in my mirrors, wiping the excess pinky-nude lipstick from the sides of my lips. I glanced over at him, he was shuffling in the passengers seat, followed by a very subtle, and obviously non authentic, cough. 

"Really?" He went an octave higher, and sounded almost a little taken back by what I had said. Which made me smile, genuinely this time. 

"Really." I continued the smile, non-genuinely. Knowing him, he'll definitely take that romantically. I didn't mind if he didn't mind. Ashton is the most loyal person I know. I could hate his guts and he would still be sitting in the passengers seat right now. 

"Can I ask you something?" His voice cracked at the last word. But I pretended like I didn't hear, because when people do that, it bothers the crap out of me. 

"Shoot, Sherlock." My use of unneeded alliteration was impeccable today. I started my way down the hill, realizing that I was driving and I probably shouldn't focus so much about how amazing I am at composing sentences. 

He coughed again, unnecessary as usual. "Did you actually believe Calum. Like, what he said back there?" He sat forward, looking at the road. He was probably paying more attention to the roads than I was.

"Which part?" I asked. "The part where he said he once slept walked and took a piss in his sisters closet, or the part where he said that Canada doesn't even exist?" I scoffed at Calum's stupidity. 

"No. The part where he was talking about how you'll disappear one day and none of us will think of it." 

Those words took me back a little bit, but I did what I always did. I giggled. "I don't know, Ashton. Maybe one day this will all be too much, maybe one day I'll make an impulse decision and runaway to Chicago." I spoke fast, but not too fast for Ashton. 

"I hope you know that I would search for you. Across the seas, across the continent. Outer-fucking-space. Doesn't matter. Wherever you go, I go." He was so serious and stern. It was almost adorable. 

"Ashton." I stopped at the red light, looking at him directly. "You can't follow me forever." I put harshly. It was like I could feel his tiny heart that only beat for me break, right there. 

He stared at me with the most beautiful pair of green eyes I've seen. And I've seen some amazingly stunning eyes before. It's a major turn on of mine.

"But I can sure as hell try." 

I just stared at him, as he did the same. He broke the excessively long stare by looking ahead. "It's a green light." He casually said as he leaned his arm on the rest as a support to lean on the side of his side as he sighed. 

I knew he could try, I've seen it for myself. But I wanted to test his boundaries.