Ashton Irwin Imagines

BSM - He Doesn't Take Your Gift With Him On Tour

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AshleyAshtonIrwin

When ur friends get petty and block each other and then can't figure out how to unblock and ur sitting there laughing

Ashton:  
"I really wish that you weren't so annoying all the time Y/N," Ashton grumbled while you sat directly on top of the clothes he was trying to pack into his suitcase.

"I really wish you didn't ignore me while I was trying to talk to you," you bit back, crossing your arms.

"I don't talk to annoying people," he glared back, grabbing the end of a pair of jeans and ripping it out from under you.

You squeaked as you lurched forward and then held your heart, "that wasn't very nice Ashton!"

"What isn't very nice is sitting on the clothes I'm trying to pack," he snapped.

You shrugged, "touché."

You and Ashton, like many siblings, had a kind of love-hate relationship. You found each other annoying most of the time, but you were family, and you can't pick family. So you tolerated him and vice-versa, occasionally you'd get along but it was mostly just heated conversations.

"Was there a reason why you came in here in the first place?" Ashton huffed, beginning to pack in a dozen pairs of socks into his suitcase.

"As a matter of fact there is!" You clapped happily. As much as Ashton often annoyed you, you missed him on tour and you were fairly sure the same was true for him to you. So a few days ago when you were out shopping with Y/BFF/N and you saw some jet black drumsticks that just screamed Ashton you couldn't help but buy them. You had attempted to gift wrap them when you had gotten home but that hadn't worked exceptionally well. The package that you handed Ashton was long and thin, and rather sticky from all of the tape.

He looked at you skeptically and went to unwrap it but you shook your head, "NO! Wait until you leave! Do it then."

You wanted him to have the full effect! Plus if he took it with him then he'd be less likely to forget them.

"Fiiiiine but if airport security arrests me then I'm blaming you," he rolled his eyes and dropped the present back onto the bed.

You nodded in satisfaction.

"Now that that's over with," he cleared his throat, "OUT OF MY ROOM!"

You scampered off and back across the hall to your own room deciding to watch some TV before you all went to go see Ashton off later.

...

And then there were three. Just three Irwin children were at home now that Ashton had left. You could tell he was still annoyed by your hindering his packing process as you had gotten your hug after your Mum, Lauren, and Harry. In retaliation, you did the same to him and hugged his bandmates all before you squeezed him goodbye.

Grinning a little as you remembered his sour expression, you strolled into Ashton's room instead of your own. He hated it when you were in there, so you made a point to send him a room-selfie often. You'd either be sleeping in his bed or rifling through his things and then send him a photo just to make him mad.

Only this time when you walked in to go jump on his bed or something you noticed a few shreds of black wrapping paper covered in tape lying there.

Widening your eyes, you crept further until you could see the middle of the bed. Laying there amongst the blankets and sheets was a ripped open gift and two jet black drumsticks sitting on the discarded wrapping.

You felt your heart drop. Ashton hadn't waited, and he didn't take them with him. He had left a giant mess on his bed with your gift poised on top taunting you. He knew you'd see and he did it anyway. He mocked the way that you had thought about him when you had seen the sticks and all of the hard work you put into wrapping them up for him and creating a fun surprise.

You were so hurt by his blatant rudeness that you felt your eyes swell with tears.

Choking back a sob, you turned on your heel and marched back to your room. Stupid drumsticks. Stupid Ashton.

...

"Y/N! ASHTON WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" Lauren yelled, running up the stairs with her laptop.

You weren't surprised, Ashton made a point of skyping everyone at least once a month, and you hadn't texted or called since he left. You were too upset. You hadn't even gone in his room.

"Hey Y/N!" Ashton grinned at you as you took the laptop from Lauren.

"Hi Ashton," you said dryly. Lauren looked at you funny and then left. It wasn't like you to be upset, especially when you got to talk to Ashton, but it was him that had made you upset and his big ugly face was rekindling all of your negative emotions.

"Are you okay?" His grin faltered.

"Peachy," you sighed, "how's the tour?"

"Don't lie to me," he didn't let you change the subject, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing Ashton," you insisted, readjusting yourself and glaring at him a little.

"That was a bad lie Y/N. Tell me or I ask Mum," he finally said. You didn't want to drag your mother into this at all.

"I- it's just- I mean-," you stuttered out, "it's stupid Ashton."

"Then you should have no trouble telling me," he said.

You didn't appreciate the sass, especially when it was his feelings you were protecting by not telling him, "fine. You didn't bring the drumsticks that I got for you and you unwrapped them before I asked you to."

"Oh," Ashton said after a beat of silence.

"Yeah," you muttered, looking away, "it just made me sad because I remember looking at those and thinking that they were really you, and then I tried really hard to wrap them up as a cool little present and you just ripped them up and left them behind."

"Oh Y/N," Ashton sounded upset too, "I'm sorry! That was super insensitive."

You glanced up and saw that his face mirrored your own as he looked upset and close to tears of frustration. You couldn't help it, you didn't know why two painted sticks made you so emotional but they did. Maybe because on some level they represented your relationship with your brother and he had rejected you. Or maybe you were just hormonal. Either way you weren't doing great.

"It's okay Ashton," you told him.

"No it's not! And you don't mean that either! It's not okay, you tried to do something nice for me and I spit it back in your face," he looked even more upset as a flush began to spread up his face.

"It's over now," you shrugged.

"No it's not!" He shook his head vigorously, "It's not over! Next break I am marching all of the way up there, grabbing those drumsticks and giving you a huge hug first."

"First?" You let one corner of your mouth twitch upward.

"First," he reaffirmed with a nod and small smile of his own.

"Well in that case, I look forward to seeing you Ashton," you smiled widely.

"Awww I miss you too," he beamed.

"I love you, you ungrateful prick," your little bite of playful anger was back.

"Same goes for you my cliché sister!"

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