Love Will Remember | Ashton Irwin [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 2

Ashton and I stumbled into his house in a fit of laughter later on, the both of us trying to fit through the front door. We met his mum in the kitchen, the amazingly kind woman that has become like a second mum to me cooking up spaghetti for dinner, Ash’s and my favorite.

“Hey, where have you two been?” She smiled, stirring the pasta in the pot.

“We saw a movie.” I said to her casually.

“Yeah, she was trying to get my mind off of things. Jasmine and I had a little fight.” He sighed.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey.” Anne sympathetically said, giving her son the classic pity head tilt.

“It’s okay, we sorted things out. When’s dinner?” I smiled at him, even if he didn’t see. He’s more preoccupied with eating, even after eating nearly the entire bucket of popcorn we shared, than to worry about his petty little fight caused by his crazy girlfriend's jealousy.

After the delicious dinner, spent with Ash, his mum and younger brother and sister, Ashton and I retreated to the basement, where he had what he called his ‘man cave’ – even though it only had a lounge, TV, a fridge, and his drum kit down there. I plopped on the lounge and he sat on top of me purposely. I groaned loudly and he laughed as he slid into the spot next to me. I leaned my back on the arm of the lounge and used his thighs as leg rests, to be the pest I always was to him. He didn’t push them off, only pinched my bare legs, just to annoy me. I would squeal and smack his arm or ruffle his precious long straight hair and he would fix his fringe before resting his hands on my legs near my knees.

“Your legs are so soft. I remember when you didn’t shave your legs yet and I would pick out your leg hair.” He burst into laughter as I gave his arm one more hit.

“Well, furry legs wouldn’t be too attractive on a sixteen year old girl, would they?”

“No, but they’d keep you warm in the winter!” He poked my nose and I snorted a laugh at my dork of a best friend. “And besides, it’s not like you care what’s attractive and what’s not.” He said. I wasn’t offended like any other girl might have been, because it was true. I didn’t care what people thought, especially boys. I was comfortable with being myself. I guess you could have considered me a “tomboy”, playing football with Ashton, riding my skateboard, and wrestling with Ashton and his little brother on the grass over a game of football. I was never a girly-girl, and I never had a boyfriend. I never needed one. I was fine being single. And besides, Ashton was all I needed to be happy.

Ash and I ended up falling asleep on the lounge that night. I didn’t remember when I had drifted off, but my head was on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around my back, my smaller body curled into his side.

He was my protection; I always felt safe around him. He was my shelter, my shoulder to cry on – when the rare occasion of me crying would come. He was my muse and he still is my biggest inspiration.

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That  next Monday had dreadfully come and it had also thankfully gone by fairly quickly, and Ashton and I were on our way to his house again. I was on my skateboard, cruising at his side while he walked beside me.

“I have band practice today.” He informed me as we walked in his home.

“In that case, I’ll be going home now.” I said, turning around to leave but he caught my arm and dragged me with him to the basement while I whined and trudged along.

“Come on! You know I love when you watch us!”

“Okay, but you also know I hate your prick of a partner. He’s a jerk and always tries to hit on me.” I shuddered as Ash handed me a can of Coke with a laugh. I opened it and took a large, refreshing sip, letting out a loud burp afterwards.