Holiday (Ashton Irwin)

Chapter Two

I feel like we've been in this car for hours. That's probably because we haven't spoken to each other since I got in the car. Which honestly, I don't mind. 

"So, what's your story?" Ashton breaks the peaceful silence.

"Story?"  

"Well for one I can smell the liquor and weed on you. Two, you walked to a bus stop at one in the morning. Three, you haven't told me where you live or your name." He glances at me between each sentence. "I could be taking you to someone's house so you could kill them and then you force me to be your runaway driver and then hold me hostage."

I roll my eyes. Here we go with the jokes again. "Do I look like a killer to you?"

He shrugs. "No, but you don't look like you drink or smoke either."

"NYU campus." I lean my head on the window watching snowflakes fall harshly on the ground.

Fifteen minutes go by, and we still haven't reached NYU. The snow has turned into a storm with a mixture of snow and hail, making the roads dangerous and slippery.

Red and blue lights flash behind us, signaling Ashton to pull over. He wasn't even speeding! Why are they pulling us over?

"Ashton! I smell like weed!" I panic. 

"Relax babe." He digs through his console until he finds his axe spray. He throws it in my lap when he sees the police officer getting out of his car. He quickly digs into his jean pocket and puts out a piece of gum, unwrapping it. He shoves it into my mouth. 

"Swallow." He mouths as he pushes his window down. 

The police officer turns his flashlight on pointing it at Ashton then me then back at Ashton. "Do you kids have any idea what time it is?"

"No, sir." Ashton says. 

"2:30 in the morning. Have you guys been listening to the weather on the radio?"  Both Ashton and I shake our heads. "Everybody needs to get indoors immediately." 

Ashton glances at me then back to the officer. "Sir, how far are we from NYU?"

"About an hour. You two need to get to a hotel. Follow me." With that, he leaves and gets into his car, slowly pulling in front of us, waving his hand. 

"Ashton, I need to go back to my dorm." I'm only 18! I can't check into a hotel at this age. You have to be 21 here in New York from what my mother told me.

"Well, you're shit out of luck now, aren't you?" He snaps. 

What the hell just happened? He was just okay a minute ago, messing around with me and now he's in a pissed off mood because he has to be stuck with me for a night? Trust me, I don't want to be stuck with you either. We both lose. 

"Sorry," I mumble under my breath and sit back, crossing my arms.

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Short. I'm slowly trying to get back into my writing habits. 

Hope you guys enjoy.

Stay beautiful.