terrible things - ashton irwin

ten

Song for chapter ten is going to be Heart Like Yours by Willamette Stone from If I Stay. I love that song so much it's so pretty and means a lot so I thought it was perfect for this chapter! :)

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Inside the tent, I unrolled our sleeping bags. There wasn't an inch to spare. We were going to be this close to each other, Ashton and me.

He was still outside the tent, throwing leaves into the fire and watching them curl and blacken. "Do we need to string up the packs? You know, to protect them from bears?" He called.

"There aren't any bears around here," I assured him, smoothing out my bag. It was pink camo. Hideously ugly, but it'd been on sale. "Only elk. Spotted owls. That sort of thing."

Ashton poked his head inside the tent. "Do you know that for real?" He asked. "Or are you just saying it to make yourself feel better?" He looked me right in the eyes. He knew me too well.

"I'm, like, sixty percent positive," I admitted. "Or less."

Ashton was unsurprised. " I'm stringing up the packs, then." 

He ducked back out and I heard him rustling around. He took a long time, whether because he was new to the demands of camping or because he was sneaking more of the chocolate bar...well, that could be his secret.

When he popped his head in again, he was grinning. There was a tiny spot of melted chocolate in the corner of his mouth. "Cozy in here, isn't it?"

Then he slipped off his boots and climbed all the way inside, and cozy became something of an understatement. I felt weirdly shy. Like suddenly my body was bigger and more awkward than it had ever been before. I wondered if I smelt like motor oil and BO. I noticed that Ashton smelled like campfire, like soap, like boy.

Ashton could have had his pick of girls from our high school. Even after he dropped out, all the cheerleaders and the student council girls still wanted to take him to prom. Sometimes I pictured them hanging of his arms, like little game pieces, brightly coloured and plastic.

"I'm not interested in them," he'd say. Eventually, I'd gotten up the nerve to ask: who, or what, was he interested in? He laughed and slung his arm around my shoulder the way he did sometimes.

"I'm interested in you, GG," he'd said lightly. As if that settled it.

But what did that mean, really? Because as far as I could tell, he wasn't interested in me in that way. We'd held hands a few times, like when we were in the movie theatre watching Cabin in the Woods or Paranormal Activity. And once when is drunk three-quarters of a beer, I had kissed him, sloppily good night.

But that was all, folks.

Now we lay side by side, staring at the tent ceiling only three feet above your heads. I listened to the wind in the tops is the trees and the sound of Ashton's breathing, and for the first time considered what traveling together would mean. Where was I supposed to change? What if I wanted to sleep in my underwear? What would Ashton think when he saw me in the morning, with knotted hair and flushed cheeks?

Not that that was the problem. No, the problem was that we would be sleeping right next to each other. Alone. Not even a stuffed teddy bear between us.

Ashton shifted, trying to make himself comfortable. No doubt he was realising the same thing I was. I cleared my throat.

"Before you say anything," Ashton said, "here's the deal." I could almost hear my heart doing a tiny shuffling dance.

"Stealing is, well, it's not a good thing, Lav, but it's not necessarily that bad, either. I mean, we're taking good care of the bike. And this guy's going to get it back."

The dancing ticker of mine slowed. I'd thought we were going to talk about us. Honestly, I was already over the stealing.

Regret is a waste of time, my dad used to say. He'd served up that platitude a lot before he spilt town. Maybe it made her feel better about leaving.

"And if for some reason he doesn't get it back," Ashton went on. "His insurance covers the loss and he gets a brand-new one." 

He made it sound so simple. And maybe it was. In some ways it was simpler than talking about us.

Ashton rolled over so he was facing me. His nose, I noticed, was sunburnt. His chin was covered in faint dark stubble. I watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Our  eyes met, but I quickly looked away. He reached out and brushed a piece of hair from my forehead. I held my breath.

Suddenly I understood that running away was all the thrill I could stand today. If Ashton touched any other part of me, I might explode into a million pieces.

But he didn't touch me again. He smiled. "Sweet Dreams, Lavender Moore," he said softly. Then he rolled back over.

Inside I ached a little, but I wasn't sure what for.

word count - 912

Ughhh I love this chapter so much I just find it so cute! I really hope you enjoyed reading it and if you did don't forget to vote and comment! :)

Charlotte xxx