N I N E T E E N
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i almost don't make it to the venue. i almost turn back around and start on the way home, but i don't. i keep driving until i pull into the crowded lot and park.
the fact that the tickets for the show were a gift from ashton is enough to make me want to rip them up, but, instead, i take my place in line and give them to security to scan in order to make it into the building.
i walk in late, apparently, as when i make it to what i deem an appropriate space in the general admission pit, 5sos are already on.
asshole or not, he manages to take my breath away. and, luckily, after a while, i finally let go and allow myself the good time i deserve.
when they line up center stage in preparation for the final bow, i find myself wishing it wouldn't end. i also find myself wishing he would see me and somehow change his mind, but of course he doesn't. my face is lost in the crowd.
i swear i only have time to blink once before they've had their bow and turned to walk off stage. ashton, however, disappears for a few seconds behind his drum-set and returns holding two sticks in the air. the crowd goes berserk for those couple of seconds as he quickly scans over the crowd and tosses them out.
in fact, he does such a shit job at aiming that one of the sticks comes directly for me. and like it always seems to, the moment passes as quickly as it came and i don't really have time to duck.
i think the fans around me notice it before i do. the blood, the gasp that escapes my lips, the beaten stick on the ground at my feet. surprisingly, no one tries to pick up the object that ashton irwin himself gripped all night, as they're too busy trying to get security's attention. the only thing more surprising is when they do, and when i'm rushed backstage to get cleaned up.
like the whole night seems to, the whole process is a blur, from the crew placing the bandages and the million apologies and the occasional, "please don't sue", for the next time i open my eyes, he's there. ashton.
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i hope this chapter was okay but more importantly i'm laughing rlly fukin hard
my excuse is that i wrote this at 3 am
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