not yours † lashton ✓

thirteen

Ashton is once again, left alone with his thoughts. He sighed as he stare up at the ceiling, a blank stare cover his face. He tried once again to sleep, once again it failed. His mind kept racing that he's gay...but still trying to process it. He's still in his denial phase, trying so hard to admit he is and that he can possibly tell the world. But it won't happen anytime soon.

He sat up in his bed, he just need to clear his mind as he got up and pulled on a sweater and his pink Converse before quietly leaving the house. From what he can tell, it was sometime around three a.m., the neighbours fast asleep, not a single car driving on the streets. The only noise that surrounds the air are the background noise of cicadas mating on the trees, crickets chirping in the grass ever so often as the only lights outside were the street lamps illuminating the area around it.

If people saw him out, they would probably think Ashton was crazy for being out this late at night. He didn't care, as long as he didn't bother people, they won't bother him. He just need to get his mind straight—as if that'll ever happen. He need to accept that this is the real Ashton Irwin. The Ashton Irwin that barely talks to anyone except Calum, that likes to have fun, that obsess over bands, that likes to wear his pink Converse, that likes to wear panties instead of boxers (but no one knows the secret except him).

He didn't know where his feet is taking him until he stumble upon a park that he used to go when he was little. The same park that him and Calum would play on the playground and pretend they were pirates trying to find land back when they were ten.

A small smile tug on his lips as he went to sit on the edge of the pirate ship playground. It was getting old and weathered from years of kids playing on it and the weather. He spot a couple of small graffiti marks on it; who loves who or a person was here around this time ten years ago.

Then his smile disappeared when he realised why he's actually here. To get away from my thoughts.

The full moon illuminating the world below as Ashton softly smile. A breeze went by as it blew some of his bed head back. He just hopes that everything will be great once he finally accept that he's gay.

Suddenly he heard rustling of leaves and saw a tall figure walking down the sidewalk just a couple metres away from the playground. The dirty blonde teen held his breath so the person couldn't see that another human is there.

The cell phone light illuminates the person's face and Ashton almost fell off the playground. He saw the familiar bright blue eyes, dimples, lip ring and button nose and saw it was Luke Hemmings.

Why someone like Luke Hemmings is doing walking around at three in the morning? Someone like him should be fast asleep, waiting for the next day to come by.

Ashton's gasp didn't do shit, only to make the tall blonde look up and see the dirty blonde sitting on the pirate ship playground.

"Uh—um, what are you doing here?"Luke ask the small teen, dumbfounded to see that his crush is at the spot that he usually goes to at this time.

"Uh, I should ask the same about you."

"I asked first."

"Is it wrong for me to enjoy the fresh air?"

"It's three–thirty in the morning. Clearly something's wrong because the people that are still up are usually sad, lonely, or can't sleep—maybe all."the dirty blonde state with a nonchalant shrug.