Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

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My backpack made a big thud, smacking against the couch before hitting the old carpet below. I sighed, remembering that I needed it and picked it up.

I practically flung it into my bedroom, hitting my dresser and knocking my perfume and a candle or two off of it. Great, great great great. I was aggravated and disappointed. Aggravated with myself and the world for this whole mess, and disappointed in Conner for, and this is as stupid as it gets, for being Conner. Sometimes, he makes me laugh so hard my face goes red. Others, he acts like I'm not there. Like I'm some sort of alien that he's scared of, has to run away from. I don't know if it's because he doesn't want people to see me, or if he's just doing it on accident. Either way, it still upsets me. Still hurts me. And no matter what I do about it, it'll never change. So wait, I'm also aggravated with that.

My mind was spinning and my tummy started I grumble. I was so lost in thought that I saw I was staring into my lap, my chin awkwardly resting against my chest.

"I need food," I grumbled, walking out. Once in the kitchen I grabbed a thing of Peanut Butter ice cream, not caring to get a bowl or read the contents of the generic branded cream.

Picking up a spoon, I left to my room. The sound of movement down at the end of the house startling me, I dashed to my room, locking the door behind me and turning off all my lights. No need to bring attention to myself, and I'm praying my dad didn't hear me moving around. If I had known he was here, I would've been quieter.

My dad, he would kill me if he knew I was home right now. Well, he wouldn't kill me, but he would come close. I'm not prepared for that, I'm not sure if I ever would be. He wouldn't be nice, or gentle, or even wait for an explanation. He's just go for it, just do whatever he'd like. Anything he wants, anything he wants. Anything. He. Wants.

It's what he gets. So, if he's pissed, whoever's around gets to help him take his anger out. His, supposed 'anger'.

I turned my music on low, barely above a whisper, not even to be heard from a few feet away. Scrolling trough Instagram, my eyes started to close unexpectedly, at a point where I would drop my phone onto my bed and the bucket of ice cream would lay on my sheets. I would wake up seconds later with the feeling of surprise, and couldn't seem to figure out what had happened minutes before.

"Ok. That's a sign for a nap," I yawned, turning my music up a bit and putting the ice cream on the floor. I put it so that it had no way of falling over, letting it lean on my small dresser. If it melts, oh well.

I wrapped my blankets around my body, looking like a freaking burrito. The warmth was real, and I was really comfortable. I pulled my hair up and out of my face, letting it take over the pillow behind me. It was still wet, and probably will be for the rest of the day, letting it spread out helps dry it out a bit faster.

I pulled the my comforter up to my nose, snuggling it further. My eyes seemed to become heavier, and when I would open them I would see just blur.

The last time I opened them, behind the blur there was more. It seemed like a shape, and I felt warmer. No touch, just warm. And, the shape was moving. My hand had been unwillingly moved out of my blanket and towards the object. I was scared, but I focused on keeping my eyes open. I saw white, and after blinking a lot, I saw it looked more and more like a boy.

A freaking boy who would not stop giggling.

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"Hiiii!" Ashton greeted, his hair wet from the shower he just took. A towel hanging low on his lean frame. My eyes wondered, and I accidentally let out a low "woow."

"Well. Hello there," I coughed, my eyes widening and a blush formed on my cheeks from not only the deep ass V-line, but all the words that came to mind.

"Hey!" He laughed, speeding up to me (remember Ashton is very powerful and has lots of 'powers'), putting a finger in front of my face, waving it back and forth. "Dirty!" He laughed, a smirk present on my lips.

"Damnnnn. Boi look at dem legs. Whatchu be doin huh? DA GYM BE WORKIN ," I threw as many peace signs up as possible, his face changing my serious expression. I started to cackle, falling back on my bed. I grabbed my stomach, his laugh mixing in with mine.

When I finished, I felt tears, I had laughed that hard. Going to sit up from the lack of speech from Ashton, I felt a weight thrown on me. Ashton himself had laid on me. Little fucker.

His face squished against mine, not in the cute way either, and his cheeks became chubbier than a pet hamster. "You're only wearing a towel," I poked the slightly red tinted cheek on my left side of my face.

I thought about it for a minute, and him only wearing a towel wasn't that bad. Not in a sexual way either! Just, yeahhhh.

"I'm only wearing a towel," he repeated, his voice squishy and raspy from the way he was laying. Then he said it again, as again. Every time his voice changing from the realization of 'only wearing a towel'.

"I'm only wEARING A TOWEL. CLOSE YOUR EYES," he squealed and squealed, embarrassed. Not that I cared, he has nice legs, damn.

"I heard that! You are not old enough for that kind of thought," he rummaged through my stuff, trying to find his drawer of junk. I sat and watched, my elbows against the bed and my body laying across it. I was making weird, pedo, faces, trying to hide my smile and laugh.

I laid down, once again, staring at the ceiling. Pulling my phone out I saw it was ready noon. I rolled my eyes and laid on my right side, waiting to make some sort of conversation with Ashton.

"I am ready baby," he sing-songed, making me laugh at his fail attempt to be cute. He's always cute, I mean, yeah, but he's trying. Nooo.

"Don't call me baby, I am not a one month old," I flipped him off, his mouth dropping, in a good way. He 'fell' forward, landing on me sideways. I was laying more on my bed, and he was just like a wooden board. What's wrong with this boy?

"OK BAE WANNA GO EAT DONE CHOCOLATE?" He screamed, my eardrums felt a burning sensation.

"I will murder you," I whispered, pushing his body off of me with ease. I knew he wasn't putting all his weight on me, his 6'2 self weighing enough to crush me, only 5'9.

"I bet I can beat you to the kitchen," he rushed out before I could answer, making me giggle. Me, giggle? Nahh.

Fuck you Ashton.

My feet hit the carpet and I ran to the kitchen, almost slipping a few times in between. I was smiling, hard. I couldn't really control it, he's just so dorky.

I heard a weird noise, almost choking. But I was too focused on making it to the kitchen to care. I breathed fast, my laughing still hadn't stopped. Nothing was funny, I was just so happy.

"....don't ever come here again," I heard my fathers voice, and I immediately stopped. I was few feet from my kitchen, and I hoped and prayed that he wasn't talking to Ashton and I had heard that wrong. Ashton wasn't aloud in the house, no one was. Not even Conner, someone my father adored.

I peered around the corner, biting my lip and holding my hair back, seeing Ashton's throat between my dad's hands made me jump. That's really harsh, father. I felt tears forming, and I didn't know what to do. He seemed so calm, but my dad had a half asleep look in his eyes and a mixture of sweat and beer on his face, disgusting. He's always like that, though. He's always gross and grimy.

Ashton faked a fearful ",yes sir. I will sir. I'm sorry sir," and left. He ran out the back door. I went back to my room, awaiting my father to come in a yell at me for letting a boy inside the house, but he never came. Minutes went by and I have up, but I was perfectly fine with it. I didn't need his yelling right now, never have, never will.

But, Ashton. Why did he just run out? Usually he says bye first, any way he can. If he ever has to leave, he would come in and tell me, even if it meant crawling in my window. Whatever it was, he'd do it. He didn't even look at me, just waved behind his back when my dad was screaming, motioning for me to go to my room. I know he cares, I know he does, but. Why do I even care? I thought it was impossible for that boy to leave me alone.

But now that he has, I feel so lost.