Lost and Found {5SOS Fanfic}

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Ashton’s POV:

Ugh, school. Just thinking of the word made me want to cringe. As you might be able to tell from the two sentences before this, I don’t really like school. For me, school is hell. For a start, it is just plain stupid and boring, and to top it all off, I got bullied. To be honest, and I think most people would agree, the best part of school was when the bell rings at 3:00pm. Every day I dreaded going to school, but I just had to keep reminding myself that I didn’t have long to go. ‘Only one more year’, I told myself, ‘You can do it Ash, it’s only one year’.

I slowly walked to the bus stop, dreading what awaited me. I had to sprint when I saw that the bus is pulling into the stop. Luckily I was only 100 or so metres away. I hopped on and sat down, trying to ignore all the people staring at me and whispering things to their friends about me. Ok, that is a bit overreacted. Not everyone bullies me, because most of them don’t know who I am, but when you see a couple of people whispering about you, you think everyone is.

I found a seat at the back of the bus, where there was hardly any people around. Good, I thought to myself, No one to bother me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed out my phone and earphones and it was then that I realised that I had forgotten my earphones. “Oh, this is just great!” I muttered to myself. I unlocked my phone to see if I had any texts or notifications, but of course, there was none. I mean, who am I kidding? I’m not the most popular person on the planet.

For most of the ride I just sat there, looking out the window, which was what I did most days anyway. I guess the bus trip gave me time to think about my life. Let me tell you a bit about me. My name is Ashton Irwin, and I am 17 years old. I live in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, and this is where I have lived for my whole life. I used to be a pretty happy kid when I was younger. I had two best friends, Indi and Jordan. We used to play together every lunch break, go to each other’s houses every weekend, and basically lived in each other’s pockets. This all changed though when we were 7. Indi moved to England, and honestly, I was so sad. I know, it seems a bit dramatic for a 7 year old, right? But believe it or not, 7 year olds have feelings too. We used to chat on the phone once a week at 7pm on a Friday night. Jordan used to come over and we would chat on the phone to her for hours. But over time, it was every fortnight, then every month, then every few months. Our phone calls became shorter and shorter. After a few years, we completely stopped talking. It wasn’t because we hated each other or anything, but we had just both moved on I guess. Well she had, anyway. I still missed her so bad. I know it sounds so weird for me to be so upset over losing contact with someone that I was friends with when I was 7, but she really was a great friend.

I was awoken from my reverie when I heard someone talk beside me. I looked up, and my eyes widened when I saw who was standing in front of me. ‘No way’ I thought, ‘It can’t be her’. Standing in front of me was the one and only, or so I thought, was the one and only Indiana Hudson. She was so... beautiful, and so... familiar, with her big brown eyes and her long brown hair. In the past 10 years, she hadn’t changed her hair colour once. If she did, she had dyed it back to her natural hair colour. She was still tall like I remembered her, and surprisingly, wasn’t all that pale. I know this sounds so cliché and dumb, but I suddenly felt so much happier, so much more... whole, like I was a jigsaw and Indiana Hudson was the last piece of the puzzle. Ok, wow, that really did sound so gay. Oh, well. She was the first one to break the silence.

“Uh, can I sit here?” She asked, with a look of embarrassment on her face. Her voice sounded so familiar. It had to be her.

“Sure!” I said, smiling. She stuck her headphones in and started listening to some music. I really had to know if it was her, so I decided to start a conversation. The problem was, though, was that I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just said the first thing that popped into my head.

“What are you listening to?” I asked. As soon as I said that, I mentally face palmed. ‘Wow Ashton, what a shitty way to start a conversation’.

“All Time Low” She replied, smiling. Ok, well you got her to smile, that’s a start. Maybe your conversation starter wasn’t that bad after all. Wait, I love ATL!

“Hey, I love All Time Low! Wait, I haven’t seen you on this bus before. I’m guessing this is your first day here?” Of course I knew it was her first day. I do that a lot, I guess. I’ll ask someone a question when I already know the answer. I don’t really know why I do it, to be honest.

“Yeah, it is my first day. I just moved here from England, actually.” Oh my, it has to be her. If it isn’t, then I must be mental. But why is she acting as if she doesn’t know me. Does she not remember me or something? Damn, did I not mean anything to her? Were those long phone calls all for nothing? Stop it, you’re overreacting, I thought to myself, It may not even be her.

“Oh cool! But if you are from England, why do you have an Australian accent?” I asked, sounding like a 4 year old, but I needed to know if it was really Indi. She laughed a little. I made her laugh, that has to be good, right?

“I moved there when I was 7 for my dad’s work.” She replied.

“My best friend moved to England when I was 7, believe it or not.” Ok, so I was pretty sure it’s her, and if I said that my best friend, who I was pretty sure was her, moved to England 10 years ago, maybe that will sparks some memories. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to.

“What a coincidence.” She said, smiling. Still to this day, I’m not sure if that was a sarcastic or genuine smile. It was then that I realised that the bus had pulled up at school. Shit, I thought, Better get off before the bus drives away with us still on it. And I was just starting to have a good conversation with her too.

We hopped off the bus and headed to the main office to get her timetable. When we had got her timetable, I decided that it was only polite to take her to her class, so we headed off to her first class, English, which also turned out to be my class as well. I had a look at it and realised that we had History and Music together as well. Damn, only three classes with her. Guess I’ll have to endure my other classes with my bullies on my own. I then realised that I had had a full conversation with someone besides Jordan, who to this day is still my best friend, and spent time with her for longer than 5 minutes without her calling me a name or making fun of me. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure why people bullied me. Is it because I have a love for music and singing, which probably makes me come off as a bit gay? Or was it because I hung around Jordan, which probably made me seem gayer. I’m straight, I swear! Oh, and by the way, Jordan is a girl.

We had been walking for a couple of minutes in a comfortable silence, the-girl-who-I-still-don’t-know-the-name-of-but-am-hoping-it-is-indi taking in the scenery of the school that she will be attending for the next year. I guess it was time to find out if she was Indi once and for all. Even if she was, I still didn’t want to mention anything to her, well not for now anyway, because she was still acting like she didn’t know me. Just as we were walking towards the door of our English class I asked her what her name was.

“Wait, I don’t even know what your name is yet! What is it?” I asked, hoping, praying that it was Indi.

“Indiana, but my friends just call me Indi. And yours?” So it is her, I thought to myself. Let’s hope saying my name makes her remember me.

“Ashton, Ashton Irwin.”

A/N: Hey everyone. So sorry that I basically repeated the first chapter, but I really wanted to do it in Ashton’s POV, and also so that it would explain the situation a bit better. I hope you guys find this chapter a bit more interesting than the last one. Oh and also, within one day of posting the first chapter I got 7 votes on it, so thank you so much to everyone who voted and commented!

In the next chapter, it will become clearer why Indi doesn’t remember Ashton! So stay tuned for that.

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- Jessie xx