// ♡ irwin
I didn't know Stella Connors. I had no idea what had happened in her past, what was happening in her present or what she hoped would happen in her future, I had no idea if she had a boyfriend or what her best friends name was - if she even had one. I had had one two minute conversation with the girl, and now I found myself unable to think of anything but her.
Her name kept running in circles through my mind, doing cartwheels and knocking me off balance. Stella Connors, Stella Connors, Stella Connors. I was thinking about her so much, her messy hair and impatient eyes and skinny jeans and band t-shirt that it was actually impacting my daily life.
When I ate, when I dressed, when I saw my friends, when I worked, when I was showering - especially when I was showering, if you know what I mean, but whatever I tried to do to get her off of my mind, I couldn't figure it out and all I wanted to do was see her again and strike up some sort of friendship, at least.
Except, I had no way of contacting her. I didn't know where she lived or where she liked to hang out, the closest I had to figuring out how to get to know her was to call Luke or Michael and get them to invite Calum over and we could all hang out, bring some beers, and I would take it from there, asking him all about Stella Connors, his apparent step-sister that wore the ripped skinny jeans.
"Irwin," I flinched at the sound of the voice, a bitter sound filled with an inch of sweetness that made you want to know more. Apparently it wasn't enough that I was thinking about Stella Connors all day long, now I was hearing her voice as well. But as I heard the sound of bittersweet saying my surname again, I turned on the park bench I had seated myself in and my eyes widened as she stood there.
She was leaning up against the tree trunk next to the bench I was in, messy hair falling down her body, ripped skinny jeans, a Bring Me The Horizon Sempiternal black and white shirt, black converse. A small smirk was on her face as she took a long, precarious drag of a cigarette before she let her hand fall back down to her side before inhaling the smoke and exhaling it out into the air.
"Connors," I played along before standing up and opposite her, pretending that the fact she was smoking didn't bother me and I was completely okay with it - even though just standing that close to the killing stick was beginning to freak me out, I wasn't exactly a fan of smoking.
"What brings you out here?" I saw the curiousness wrapped up within unsureness and boredom as she spoke, taking another perplexed drag of her cigarette and pulling on her lip stud with her teeth. To say the latter action didn't completely turn me on would be a total lie, but as she took yet another drag of her cigarette before stamping it out on the park ground, the thought of being turned on left me completely.
"Smoking is really gross, you know?" The words blurted out of my mouth in a hurry before they had even been processed into my brain and I bit my lip as soon as they were out, not believing I could have said something that would turn a potential chick off of me just because of my aversion to smoking.
"Wow," Stella breathed as I died inside, "You know what, Irwin? I like your honesty, most people just lie to me," She shrugged as if she was finished speaking but I had a feeling she wasn't so I didn't say another word until she spoke again, I just watched how she played with the fraying edges of one of the rips in her jeans and pushed her glossy hair over her shoulder.
"So thanks," She turned as if she was going to walk away from me and I clenched my fists, hoping that she didn't, "And by the way, I know smoking is gross," She took several steps before I convinced my legs to follow her and I fell into step beside the punk rock girl.
"Then why do you do it?" If she thought it was gross herself, why would she put herself in the position where she smoked? It was too easy to just not smoke, "If it's just going to kill you," I honestly wanted to know more about this girl, I was intrigued and I wanted to know what made her tick.
"Maybe that's exactly the point," She sent a conspicious wink in my direction as I stood frozen to the spot and Stella Connors let out a musical laugh before she kept walking ahead. Had she meant that she wanted the cancer sticks to actually give her cancer and die?
"Wait!" I called as she kept walking, before I jogged up and she stopped, staring at me. She looked up at me, her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled on the end of her dark locks and I bit down onto my lip, trying to convince myself to say the words I wanted to say.
"Go out with me," I asked Stella Connors and for several long moments, she just stood there blinking at me, looking incredibly shocked and confused - and a little bit like someone was playing a cruel practical joke on her - but something in my expression seemed to sway her and she broke out into a genuine smile.
"You don't even know me, Ashton Irwin," She told me in a tone that made me want to get to know her and all her little quirks even more than I had in the first place. I just stood there, looking back down at her and blinking ever so slowly - hoping that she would get the hint, and she seemed too.
"Okay," I beamed, "I'll go out with you - but only one date, okay?" She said firmly and I nodded curtly, trying to pretend that she hadn't just made my dream come true with one little, unimportant sentence - that could essentially change both of our lives forever.
"Great," I grinned as she looked me over carefully, seeming to be unsure of whether or not she had made the right decision, "What's your number?"
Please don't think this story is movng too fast, it won't be very long anyway because I want to actually finish it instead of just deleting it like all the other ones. xxx Jade
