― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

20

Au: Mikey is 21 and I'm really not fine at all

Well, I guess it's official.

I, Nikki Braelynn Frey, am dating the Ashton Irwin.

And I have been dating him for 3 days, 6 hours, and 23 minutes.

That's 107,640 minutes

Or 6,458,400 seconds if you were wondering.

Let me tell you this has been the best 6,458,400 seconds of my entire life.

Everything was too good to be true...way too good.

I was suspicious because nothing this good had ever happened to me before. I wasn't used to being happy.

My suspicions were correct.

The boys were leaving for the night, but I saw Michael stop Ashton through the small opening in the door.

Damn they couldn't whisper for shit.

"Ashton you have to tell her,"

"Tell her what?"

"Don't play dumb! We are leaving tomorrow and your fucking girlfriend doesn't know!"

"It would break her heart,"

"Not telling her would hurt more,"

"I know,"

"Then go tell her!"

The door creaked open and I pretended not to notice Ashton step into the room.

"Nikki?"

"Goodbye Ashton,"

"What?"

"You and Michael couldn't whisper to save your lives,"

"Oh Nik I wish you didn't find out like that,"

"But I did Ashton,"

"Now goodbye Ashton,"

"Nikki wait,"

"Hope you don't forget me because you'll probably never come back,"

"Nikki I'll never forget you,"

I smiled sadly at him, suddenly wanting to cry.

He said he'd never forget me, but he didn't promise that he'd come back.