terrible things - ashton irwin

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I've decided on doing songs for every chapter and the first chapters song is going to be Fly Away by 5 seconds of summer (obvs). Enjoy! :)
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started - 08/08/16

EDIT - I was about 13 when i first started writing this and am now 15 when it has been finished, please hang on in there for the first 10 or so chapters i promise it gets better xox

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Looking back on it now, I can't believe I was this near to backing out of the most life-changing, beautiful, funny and painful experience I will ever have. What an idiot I was.

I was at John's Pharmacy and Soda fountain, and I had about five hundred butterflies throwing an epic party in my stomach. The toes of my black converse kept knocking against the counter, until John, who's about a million years old and pretty much to total grouch, told me to quit it. John is one Nickelback concert away from complete deafness.

I was glad he didn't ask why I was sitting in his ancient shop, drinking a giant coffee, instead of two blocks down the street at Klamath Falls High School, listening to Mrs Freen rant on about the environment.

Well, John- Mr. Days, I mean- I'm waiting for a boy I could never date, and I'm about to ask him to do something so major that it's going to either save out lived or completely destroy us.

That boy had sent me a note earlier in the day. He'd some-how gotten it into my school bag even though he doesn't go to my school anymore.

That note read-

Lavender-
So, you got earth moving news, huh? I'm shocked you think you can deprive me- or surprised you think you can shock me or something like that. You're the word nerd. Well anyway can't wait to hear it.
John's. 2:30.
Yeah, that means cutting class.
No excuses.
-your favourite "scallywag"

That's Ashton for you. I'd jokingly called him a scallywag once, and he'd never let me forget it. He's almost eighteen years old. My best friend. My partner in crime.

I heard the front door open and could tell he'd arrived by the way John's face perked up like someone had just told him he'd won the lottery. Ashton had this effect on people: when he walks into the room, it's like the lights get brighter all of a sudden. He came over and clapped a hand on my shoulder.

"Lavender, you dope, have I not taught you anything, never drink John's coffee without a doughnut." He said whilst leaning over and whispering, " That stuff will eat a giant hole in your guts." Then he straddled the stool next to me. His legs lanky and slim in his signature black skinny jeans. He was wearing a flannel shirt, even though it was late May and seventy-five degrees outside.

"Hey, John," he called, " did you hear the Wallers fired their coach? And can we get a chocolate cruller!"

John came over, shaking his grizzled head. "Soccer!" He groused. "What Oregon needs a pro baseball team. That's a real sport." He put the doughnut on an old chipped plate and said, "On the house."

Ashton turned to me, grinning and points a thumb at John. " I love this guy." I could tell the feeling was mutual.

"So," Ashton said, finally giving me his whole attention, " what's this crazy idea of yours? Are you going to apply for your learners permit? Have you decided to drink a whole beer? Are you going to quit doing your homework so religiously?"

He's always getting on me for being a good girl. Ashton thinks- and my mum agrees -that he's such a bad boy because he quit high school, which he found "insufficiently compelling" and "populated by cretins" (cretins being a word I taught him, of course). Personally, I think he has a point there.

"I'm probably going to fail everything but English," I said and I wasn't exaggerating.

"Knowing you, that seems highly unlikely," Ashton said. " And so if your a little distracted and you- God forbid- get a B+ on something? Your busy writing the Great American Novel- ow!"

I'd swatted him in the arm. "Please. Between school and taking care of my Mum, I haven't had any time to write."

My mum hit a rough patch a few years ago, and she's been trying to drink her way out of it. Needless to say, the strategy isn't working that well. "Can we focus on the matter at hand?" I asked.

"Which is...?"

"I'm running away," I said.

Ashton's mouth fell open. By the way, unlike yours truly he never had braces and his teeth are perfect. "And FYI, you're coming, too," I added.

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word count - 786

AGHHH this is the first proper fanfiction I've wrote and as you probs guessed it's an Ashton Irwin fanfic.

I'm not the best writer I know and my writing is quite different from most fanfiction but I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and if you did don't forget to vote and comment! Love you all lots!

Charlotte xx

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