Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

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I watched as Rose took her usual seat in front of her desk. She twirled in her chair and made small, obnoxious noises. Her boredom got to her and she pulled her iPhone from her back pocket , turning her music on. Vic's voice filled the room along with her humming.

Roses hands traveled down to her wrists, pulling a band from it. She put her hair up in a bun on top of her head and put the band around it. Her hair was long and thick, so buns were her go to when she wanted to get her hair out of her face.

She plugged her phone into her radio and you could no longer hear hers. Roses voice was almost as angelic as mine, but she always denied it. No matter who complimented her on it.

I walked over to her small bed and sat on it. Scooting back and when my back hit the wall ,I sat and watched. She wasn't too far away. Her room was small, a queen bed that filled half her room, a desk at the bottom left, a door beside that, and a bathroom across from the desk, so she wasn't very far from me.

Her hands traveled to the journal on the desks corner. It was a plain, royal blue, with many doodles a etched across it. The pages fanned as she flipped through them. A smile etched across her face as she came across one of her drawings of an angel.

What was suppose to be me.

"Only if you were real," she whispered and folded the journal in half.

Only if you knew

She sees me in her dreams, as I appear almost every night, and smiles every time she draws me up. Her black pen scribbled across the thin paper,making imprints as it went.

I saw him today, well in my dreams. He's quite beautiful, and his clothing choice is very odd.

We stood there, in my bedroom, just staring at each other. Then, suddenly, he pulled me close and hugged me.

He hugged me.

During the hug he whispered things in my ear, which made tears stream down my face in the dream and real life.

"That sweater looks beautiful on you."

"When you laugh, my heart skips beats."

"You're my world."

"I don't think I could live without you."

"Your eyes are amazing, I can't stop looking at them."

"I can't explain how much I love you, you do know I love you?"

And those are only the ones I remember, he was the perfect guy. He was really sweet, and genuinely cared for me.

Quite cheesy if you ask me, but cheesy is good.

His light brown,curly hair was styled up messy, his eyes sparkled when he laughed, he had very prominent dimpled that popped with the slightest smile, and he wore black jeans, a white v-neck, with a leather jacket over it.

Anyways, he was just perfect. He appears in my dreams every night, I think his name is Ashton. That's what I heard in my dream.

He pulled away from the hug and kissed my cheek then dissapeared, like he was scared I would get too close.

But there's no doubt that he won't be there again tonight.

I'm counting down the seconds to see him, because he's saving me.