Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

14

3rd Person P.O.V.

She opened her eyes to see a dark blackness in her vision, the only thing Rose could see was her phone, which was lighting up from multiple texts.

The name flashed across the screen, startling her. Conner was spamming her with random texts, at only four in the morning. She knew he had a tendency to toss and turn at night, or even stay awake to watch random television or talk to girls, but he knew not to wake her.

"What the fuck?" she grumbled, picking up her phone and scrolling through the countless messages. They all ranged from 'hellos' to ' there's a goat named Randy that I really want to pet'.

She started to type, rubbing her eyes every few words. 'Next time you're high, or drunk, or whatever you are, leave me the fuck alone. I'm trying to sleep and you're being obnoxious.'

After pressing send, she locked her phone and put it back down beside her on the bed. She knew she was half asleep and smiled at the thought sleep. Once done tossing and turning she was curled onto her left side, facing the wall. Her phone buzzed again, reaching forward she saw a bunch of words combined together to make a druken fucked up reply from Conner.

'I'll deal with it later' she thought, not bothering to open the text to see the whole message.

'You always say that' a deep voice boomed, making her jump up in bed. She knew it wasn't her fathers, his is too slurry and high pitched to match that.

"Who's there?! Conner!" She yelled,not even bothering to keep it down. Her father was either sleeping or not home, and mom was at work. So, noise didn't matter. There was no other noise, so she blew it off and blamed her tiredness.

Snuggling back into her spot, she felt a little warmer.

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Roses P.O.V.

I groaned and stretched as my alarm went off , signaling another stupid day of school. Moving the the side I felt a bit warmer, making it easier for my eyes to stay shut. It must've been where I was laying before, and adding my blankets on top I started to fall back asleep.

"C'mon, babe," I shook around, my dream starting to affect me. This boy, he's all I think about. I have no idea how he got into my head, but he's there. Every night. Invading my dreams and making everyday easier.

"Ugh, go away," my voice came out as a grunt, but I quickly jumped up when I heard a giggle in respond.

"Can't exactly do that!" A bright eyed boy sat beside me, smiling away at me in such a way it was fascinating. His smile was enough to swoon thousands of teenagers, maybe more.

I rubbed at my eyes, my back pressing harder and harder to the wall as he stayed smiling. My mind was playing tricks on me, and I was bringing my dream to life.

"Fuck this," I slid to the end of my bed, ignoring the figure laying where I usually roll off of. Hurrying to my bathroom I splashed some water on my face. Extra cold to wake me up further, hopefully faster.

Weird sounds come from my mouth as the cold water hit my face, even when drying it off. I sighed and walked to my room, opening my eyes wide to hopefully wake them up.

I was relieved when I was the only one in the room, no dream-boy laying on my colorful bed. Walking over to my closet I felt my eyes get a bit droopier, but I did what I could to keep them open.

Picking out some black leggings, burgundy Doc's, and a long sleeve grey sweater, I began to change. I felt as if I was being watched, but I knew it was of because of that stupid guy from my dreams. I think I named him Ashton, it seemed to fit him.