Run. Just run. That's all I ever do. My feet never stopped as they made their fast pace down the cracked asphalt road. He could never catch me at this rate. I barged into the run down, rusty quick mart and hid behind a shelf. He came in looking around, but didn't seem satisfied with his results, as he turned on his heels to leave the store. I breathed in heavily, taking in the aroma of the musty air that filled this room. Beads of sweat ran down my head as I caught my breath. Now I couldn't go home, because he knows where I live. I need a place. I made my way out of the door and ran the other direction. Making sure he didn't see me.
Trails of dirt flew behind me as I hurried down the hot, dirt road. I didn't stop until I came upon a suburban home. Since there was no going back, I decided to know and see if anyone was home. No luck, well, there was someone home, but it was a twenty year old mother who looked like she had her hands full. I politely excused myself and kept going from house to house in search of help. It wasn't until I came up to a blue, two storied house that I gained a little bit of hope. I nervously tapped my knuckles softly on the door. Fortunately, someone opened it. I was taken back. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. My face turned from tired, to utterly shocked. I swiped my bandana off my head, to be a gentleman and held the polyester material to my chest.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I ran into a bit of trouble and I can't really go home, can you help me?"
She seemed a bit taken by my words, but she then cracked a sly smile which made her dimple very prominent.
"Of course please come in" she said in a very soft voice. It was like silk, and rang through my head.
"My parents won't be home for a while, but if you don't mind me asking, what is the problem?" I didn't know what to tell her. This was something too serious to just blurt out. "Um..well it's kind of a long story.." I trailed off and made my voice soften even more.
"Don't worry you don't have to tell me. Let's get you cleaned up" She then offered me a shower, which I reluctantly accepted since I did smell. The thing that isn't so great, is that I don't have a change of clothes, but to my surprise when I got out, my clothes were already washed. The torn up Jimi hendrix shirt smelt of lavender fabric softener that was candy to my senses.
I pulled my shirt on and made my way downstairs to find my bandana on the counter which was also clean.
"So" she piped up. "My name is Violet. What is yours?" I cracked a small smile thinking about how beautiful her name was. I just replied in a soft and loving tone as I stared at my blue, torn bandana.
"Ashton. ...Ashton Irwin" She smiled and stood up from her seat and came in front of me. I got a bit shaky and nervous for some reason.
"Well Ashton Irwin, it is very nice to meet you" she said, reaching a hand out to shake mine. I slowly raised up to shake hers when I noticed her staring at my arm which caused me to giggle.
"So Ashton. Do you need a place to stay?" she asked which surprised me. No one is ever really concerned if I need anything.
"Well sort of, but I don't want to be burden" and when I said that, my damn accent slipped through.
"Aussie boy huh? Well I can give my mom a call, and see what we can do about letting you stay here until you can find a place. How does that sound?" I can't believe she would go through this for me. I just met her.
"That sounds lovely" I said. She smiled and picked up her rose gold phone and made her way into the living room to call her mother. I just looked around her house in awe.
This place was amazing. The circular lights mounted in the ceiling made the blue kitchen walls look so perfect. Especially transluting off of the white cabinets and marble countertop. I was lost in my thoughts when she walked softly back over to me.
My mom and I would be very happy to have you stay with us." That sentence made me feel better. But where is her dad? Maybe I shouldn't ask. The rest of the afternoon was just filled with us getting to know each other. I learned very quickly that she's not like many other girls. Vi, was special. That was a nickname I gave her while she stuck with Ash, which I didn't seem to mind. I just don't know what to do when her mom gets home. That's when the awkward side of me comes out. Not that I'm socially awkward, I'm just not the best with conversations, usually. But Violet is actually an interesting person. She isn't your average teenage girl. She does like to read and paint. Actually, she let me see a painting she did a while back. It was of a man, he had a scruffy face, piercing blue eyes, and he reminded me of a friend I have.
"Wow, this guy looks familiar." I said kind of confused. The more I looked at it, the more familiar it looked. I don't think it's him tho. That would be absurd.
"Oh, it's this guy I used to know, but me and him don't talk anymore" I began to grow more impatient, hoping it wasn't the same guy I knew...that would be awkward.
"W-what's his name, do you know?"
"Luke Hemmings"
Thank you so much for reading!! I think I like this story much better!!I did make some changes just to make the story more interesting, so I hope you see those. I did change the name of the girl because the story started to sound like Ellena's story The Chase (read it, it's great) and I didn't want to copy so yah
