DISTRACTION \\ Ashton Irwin [completed]

F O U R T E E N

I hate this chapter so much, but I can't find it in me to re-write. Exams kill me. (Cause i’m writing this in advance, lol). Read if you wish, but it’s painful, i'm warning you.

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Chapter 14 [edited]

February 23rd, 2014

Tears continued to  stream down my face when Ashton walked out the door. I quickly wiped them away with the sleeve on the hospital gown before looking up to the awful man I have the pleasure to call my coach.

“He was only a distraction, Sophia. It wouldn't have been good for you in the long run.”

“How would you know what would be good for me? Did you ever think happiness could be the best thing for me?” I spat in disbelief. How dare he try and tell me that he knows whats best for me!

“No, a career is the best thing for you. After you retire, maybe then you can figure out your love life. But by then, your little lover boy will be long gone, sweet heart.”

I felt a pain in my chest as he said those words. 

“Give me your phone,” coach randomly requested. Looking at him in confusion, I passed my phone to him, only to watch in horror as he smashed it against the wall. 

“What the FUCK?!” I screamed and attempted to get out of bed to cradle my baby. Sadly, all the cords were still stuck in my body and I couldn’t.

“Can’t have you texting that boy again, now can we?” he rhetorically asked while walking over to my smashed phone and stomping on it for extra measure.

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February 24th, 2014

“And here is your brand new gold iPhone 5s. Thanks for coming to Virgin Mobile!” The overly perky sales women called as my mom and I walked away, rolling our eyes. It was hard enough finding the damn store, and every worker there spoke Russian except this perky girl that looked like she belonged on a cheer squad.

“Okay, now lets go buy some make up!” 

I let out a groan. “Why do we have to buy make up?”

My mother scoffed, “Well, because you won a gold medal! You need to look extra pretty on screen, don't you? Not that you’re not pretty already, of course you are. In fact, you’re beautiful! Now, let’s go and get some foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner…” she rambled on and on, causing me to tune out. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but she can go a little over board sometimes. 

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“And representing Canada in the 2014 Sochi Olympics, Sophia Miller with two medals. She won one bronze medal in the Women’s Downhill and one gold medal in Women’s Super G!” The announcer said as the stadium filled with cheers. I smiled proudly and waved with my two medals hanging around my neck. 

Then, the announcer proceeded to congratulate other teams and such. I couldn't help but sit there and think about everything thats happened over the past month. 

-I got accepted to Sochi

-I flew to Russia to compete here

-I met Ashton and the band

-I won a bronze medal and got punished for it

-I won a gold medal

-I slept over at Ashton’s

-I fell for Ashton.

I smiled in remembrance of his amazing massages. I think that is going to be one of the things that i’ll miss the most about him. Other than that, I’ll miss his smile, laugh… face. Everything. I’ll miss everything about Ashton Irwin. 

Tears prickled at my eyes. Why did we have to leave each other? Why did Anthony and dad and mom feel this way? At least Kennedy didn't mind. I’ll always have Kennedy.

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“Home sweet home,” Kennedy sighed while closing the door. Our suit cases surrounded us like a trap. After breathing in the warm scent of home, my dad finally began moving the luggages so we could leave out little circle and venture to our rooms. 

I slowly walked up the familiar steps to my bedroom. With a sigh, I pushed the door open and looked around.

Plain, beige walls starred back at me. No pictures of friends (obviously) or family hung there. Just like before, every one claimed that it would be a distraction.

Most people use their rooms to hang out, chill, do home work, ect. However, mine was for one use: Sleeping. I can't even go on the internet alone now. Thats right; Anthony now has access to my twitter, tumblr, Instagram, and Facebook accounts to make sure I couldn't contact Ashton. It’s an innovation of privacy and sick. I hate it.

I took a leap and landed on my bed, face first. The comforting, white, fluffy duvet welcomed me and I couldn't help but smile. This was the only thing I liked in my room: the warmth enveloping me.

Ashton used to do that. The night that I slept over, I woke up the the covers tucked around us, almost like in a cocoon. He was holding me tight, like if he didn’t, I would disappear. I guess he was right, in a way. But it’s too late now. 

Anyway, his would arms circle around me and pulled me close to his body. Heat radiated off him in a comforting way. It was hot, but not sweaty hot. Just perfect. His legs would be  tangled in mine. My face would be pressed against his chest, and my arms would be resting comfortably over his shoulders.

It was perfect.

And I miss it.

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I’ve honestly never been more disappointed in a chapter more in my entire life. But it hurt so much to type- i’m going on a mission trip in march for 2 weeks so i have to get 3 rabies shots and 1 typhoid shot. I got 1 rabies and 1 typhoid today on each arm and its quite painful. I feel like a WWE wrestler punched me. Damn.

So i’m like paralyzed and tired and idk how ill sleep tonight cause any pressure hurts, ugh. ugh kill me.

But hey, it’s worth it!

Next Update: February 5th, 2014

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