terrible things - ashton irwin

four

The song I've chosen for this one is let's dance to joy division by the wombats cause it's fun and getting intresting! Keep reading! :)

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Ashton was waiting for me in the back booth of the all-night diner on Klamath Avenue, two blocks from the bus station. Next to him was a backpack that looked like he'd bought if off the train-hopping hobo for a nickel, and his face made me think of a watchdog resting with one eye open. He looked up at me through the steam rising from his coffee.

"I ordered pie,"he said.

As if on cue, the waitress delivered a gooey plate of blueberry pie and two forks. "You two are up early," she said. It was still dark. Not even the birds were awake yet.

"We're vampires, actually," Ashton said. "We're just having a snack before bed." He squinted at her name tag and then smiled his big, cheesy, gorgeous smile at her. "Don't tell on us, okay, Rebecca? I don't need a stake through my heart. I'm only five hundred years old, way to young and charming to die."

She laughed and turned to me. "Your boyfriend's a flirt," she said.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," I said quickly.

Ashton's response was almost as quick. "She asked me out, but I turned her down."

I kicked him under the tables a he yelped. "He's lying," I told her. "It's the other way around."

"You two are a comedy act," Rebecca said. She wasn't that much older than we were, but she shook her head like we were silly kids. "You should take that show on the road."

Ashton took a bit bite of pie. "Believe me, we're gonna,"he said.

He shoved the plate towards me, but i shook my head. I couldn't eat. I'd managed to keep a lid on my nerves, but now I felt like jumping out of my skin. Wh en had I ever done anything this crazy? I never even broke my curfew.

"Hurry up with that pie," I said. "The bus to Eureka leaves in forty-five minutes."

Ashton stopped chewing as started at me. "Pardon?"

"The buuuus," I said, drawing it out.

"You know, the one we're getting on? So we can get the heck out of here?"

Ashton cracked up, and I considered kicking him again because it doesn't take a genius to tell the difference between being laughed with and laughed at. "What's so funny?"

He leaned forward and out his hand on mine. "Lavender, Lavender, Lavender," he said shaking his head.

"This is the trip of a lifetime. We're not going to take it on a Greyhound bus."

"What? Who's in charge of this trip, anyway?" I demanded. "And what's so bad about a bus?"

Ashton sighed. "Everything is bad about a bus. But I'll give you some specifics so you'll stop looking at me with those big green eyes. This is our trip, Lavender, and I don't want to share it with a dude who just got out of prison or an old lady who wants to show me pictures of her grandkids." He pointed a forkful of pie at me. "Plus. The bus is basically a giant petro dish for growing superbacteria, and it takes way to long to get anywhere. Those are your two bonus reasons."

I threw up my hands. "Last I checked, we don't have a private jet, Ashton."

"Who said anything about a plane? We're going to take a car, you dope,"he said. He leaned back in the booth and crossed his hands behind his head, totally smooth and nonchalant.
"And I do mean take one."

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word count - 640

Omg Ashton is such a rebel I love it. I've decided I'm going to have shortish chapters around 500 words and have lots them cause it keeps everything more interesting :)

Charlotte xxx