Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

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We stayed there, criss-cross-apple-sauce facing each other, hand in hand. His thumbs were rubbing circles around my knuckles that were now a dark red, every once in a while he'd look up at me with worried eyes before going back to my hands. His once green eyes were now a lighter shade of almost yellow, but they looked wonderful. Usual.

The feeling of his hand on top of mine ran shivers down my back, and my eyes widened when he brought them to his lips, kissing them lightly. Fuckery.

His eyes met mine once again, and before I knew it he had stolen a soft kiss on the lips, gental and didn't last longer than a few seconds. As is reassuring I was real, or maybe that he was. Whichever it was, it was nice. He had soft lips that just blended mine perfectly, and even though it was so short, I swear it was forever. Ahh fuck.

Upon pulling back I could see a small blush on his cheeks, cute. Cute, boy, cute.

"Do you know what happened?" He whispered, leaning closer to me. He must be talking about what happened a while back, with me working out. I don't know what happened, actually. One minute I'm attempting to smash a bottle on my fathers head, the next I'm laying in my bed with blurry eyes and a dizzy mind. Now, I'm here. It's all quite a blur to be honest, but I'm hoping Ash will clear a few things up.

"No, do you know?" I asked, peering back into his bright eyes. I knew he knew.He really looked at me for a moment before speaking, a small bit of raspe in his voice, which worked, oddly.

"Yeah, you umm. You blacked out, you kinda," his voice lowering and slowing down as every word passed", you started to think too much and yeah you kinda just..well....you pretty much daydreamed about killing your dad."

He seemed sad, not to the point of crying, more of a fearful sad. I couldn't help but frown at his straight lines mouth and knitted eyebrows. Too focused on nothing.

My Dad, someone who deserves death. Maybe not to suffer, I wouldn't wish that on anyone, but to die. I know he's killed my Mom many times over, but she's always come back. Always found ways to forgive him, but he doesn't need that. Death is the only willing thing I'll give him, and please, let it be me who gets to deliver it upon him.

"I'm sorry," I saw a tear stream down his cheek, his head snapped up and he gripped my hands harder. Not too hard, but if he was to grip any more it would. Eventually he slid his fingers between mine and pulled me into a hug.

I don't know how, but I was causing him pain, Ashton. One of the strongest people I know, and I'm sitting here breaking him without any bit of intention of doing that.

"What are you even sorry for?" His breath tickled at my neck, and my shoulder had a sudden wetness, which I'm assuming are more tears. Oh, Ashton. Don't cry, please.

What am I sorry for? I'm sorry for a lot, a lot more than any one would have enough time to tell, but what exactly am I sorry for at this moment? More than anything, I'm sorry for bringing you into this, Ashton.

"I'm sorry for-"I began, but was cut off by Ashton snapping his fingers in front of my face. "What?" I asked, a bit annoyed. Snapping his big ass hands all in my face and shit. Who the hell does he think he is?

"You're going to apologize for something you couldn't have even controlled, I know you. You'll say you're sorry for something and it'll be way out of your hands. You can't do that, Rose. It isn't right," He got a bit chocked up, which I still don't understand. What is he even crying about? Shit, boy.

"I'm crying because of what I'm becoming when I'm around you," He practically screamed, his face washing over with red and there was black dancing in his eyes. I didn't fear him, not even close. He may be, well, whatever he is, but he would never hurt me. I got this.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I pulled my hands away, snapping them behind me and leaning back, letting my legs scoot out forward and overlap each other. I seem like such a bitch, don't I?

"It means you're changing me, and I still haven't figured out if that's a good thing or not," he struggled a bit, throwing his hands in the air before standing up and walking away. More like running, and he was just gone. Dissapeared, all I could do is sit here and wait until he decided to come back.

~

I sat there, playing with Wilbur and Luna. They seemed to like each other, but Luna did have a little too much sass, which as too much for Wilbur sometimes.

They began to chew on a piece carrot they had found, and when they got close to the tip they started to paw each other. Kinda like cats, practically rubbing each others facing slowly. Weird ass fucking bunnies, I love you guys so much.

I checked my watch, it had been 30 minutes since he had left, and I was begining to worry. He doesn't do this stuff.

As soon as I looked around, I saw a bold figure coming from across the grass. I smiled, ready to talk through things with Ash, before seeing another one. My heart stopped before speading up, the thorwing up sensation in my stomach.

How did he even,

Why,

What the,

C'mooonn Ash no.