Brightest kind of dark

chapter 1

Hey so this is the story I was talking about guys, I really hope you enjoy it. I have an actual plot for this so it should go much better than my last attempt. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or mistakes in general, and yea. Have fun!

Why can't I be loud and fun and outgoing. I'm always quiet, boring and completely contained.

Sighing I look at my outfit in the mirror. My usual red and black plaid shirt, teal short shorts, and snap back, with thick curls lying underneath. I throw on my ray's and grab my car keys swinging open the front door.

The thick Toronto air hits my skin, and I immediately want to go back inside. Oh yea, that's another boring thing about me, I live in Canada. I hate the city, and that's exactly where I live. And that whole thing about Canada always being cold is mostly true, but when its hot trust me, just don't even open your front door. The humidity will swallow you whole and spit you out in a sweating mess.

I hop into my red Ferrari and stick the keys into the ignition. Yea, I know what your thinking. But both my parents happen to work for the government, which surprisingly pays well. But their never here, so anytime I wont be seeing them for a while they buy me something of my choice.

Surprisingly I have many friends, most likely cause of all the stuff and money I have. And that's where I'm headed. Caroline is having a little party on the beach her parents own.

As soon as I hit country area I press a little harder on the gas, speeding through the empty dirt road. I slow down when I start to see all blue in front of me.

When I pull into a small crowded parking lot, Caroline spots me and comes running to me.

She holds my arms in her hands and scrunches her nose at my appearance, "You brought a bikini, right?" Rolling my eyes I pop open the first few buttons of my shirt to reveal a black diamond studded bikini top. She squeals clapping her hands together, and I stare at her impatiently waiting for her to stop.

"Now take that off here so the boys can have a nice look at my super hot bestie!" She's too energetic, how are we even friends?

"Fine but I'm only taking off my top, the shorts stay on." My tone is lazy but she just giggles and holds her hand out waiting for me to hand over my shirt. I slide it off and a warm breeze falls onto my stomach.

We make our way over to the beach, Caroline heads over to a group of people with drinks in their hand but I tell her that I'm just going for a little walk down the beach to relax a little. She nods and I stroll over to the edge of the water letting it gild over my toes. With the mix of the cool water and the hot sun my eyes involuntarily close as I lay onto the sand facing the sky.

"Hey, uh your going to get burnt if you lay here all day." I'm still in a daze from sleep, so I'm almost certain I hear Caroline talking. I swing my arm over to smack her lightly but my hand lands on a hard toned stomach. I jump awake and lower my head into my hands.

"Whoa, at least buy me dinner first." A low chuckle is heard and I cant stop myself from smiling along.

"Sorry for waking you up, i just noticed you lying here and I thought you were dead or something."

Under my breath I mutter, "I wish." But he doesn't catch it.

I lay back down onto the sand and almost fall back to sleep when I feel a body slide a little closer next to me.

"So you don't want a name or anything?" I open my eyes and through my sun glasses I get blinded by this beautiful person sitting in front of me. Sitting up a little a grin slips onto my face. But I still don't respond.

"Oh I see, you'er the kind of girl that needs a cheesy douche-bag pick up line before anything. OK here it goes, do you have a map because I'm getting lost in your eyes? Even though i can't see them through those glasses." I pinch my lips together trying not to laugh.

"Fine here's another, I'm not staring at your boobs, I'm staring at your heart. How about that?" He gives a cheeky grin allowing two dimples to carve into his face.

And with that I'm on my back laughing. "OK, that's enough god I hate those damn things, my name is Sage, and you?" He chuckles again and leans back but doesn't say anything.

"What i told you my name, whats yours?" He turns to face me trying to conceal a smile.

"Well it just so happens that I am a man who enjoys those cheesy pick up lines and will only give my personal information, such as my name, if I am approached with one."

"Are you serious?" I stare at him in disbelief, still smiling. He nods simply and sits crossing his arms waiting.

I surrender and begin awkwardly, "fine, um OK I got one. My doctor says I'm lacking vitiman U."

"Oh god that was awful please stop, i can't take anything else. My god, the names Ashton, please don't ever say that again."

My cheeks turn bright red and when he looks over a loud laugh escapes his lips. I pull my glasses over my nose and secure them in my hair.

"You're a dick." I start to stand up but he tugs at the bottom of my shorts.

"I was only kidding, I'm actually pretty nice once you get to know me. Don't leave, you're the only sober one here and it's nice to have an actual conversation with someone for once." Looking down at his pouting hazel eyes I sigh and sit back down. He turns to face the water and the light breeze of the lake pushes his brown hair from his face.

"So, what grade are you in Sage?" he softly asks still looking out to the water.

"Currently, no grade. I haven't applied to any collage or university yet." I replied simply.

"And why is that?"

"Well my dad says that i have a bad reputation at the moment because i didn't attend my graduation." Every sentence rolls easily off my tongue, i haven't even told Caroline this. Ashton turns his head and looks at me in a way i can't describe. It's not judgmental, it looks kind of questioning maybe.

After a few minuets of silence I feel like he is judging me," What kind of name is Ashton anyways?" I meant for it to be offensive but i sort of feel bad now.

He just laughs and shakes his head slightly, "It was my great grandfathers name, he was from Australia. I hate it too." His gaze focuses on the setting sun in front of us.

"I wasn't saying that I hate it, I was just wondering." I look ahead of me but steal side glances taking in his features. Like his sharp jaw line, and the baggy sweater i didn't notice he put on, and his rose petal lips. Even the small dimple that popped up once in a while.

Our conversation came to one word each until i faded into the soft sound of waves hitting the shore and the small mumbles of Ashton's voice.