[ i rly hope you're not confused. it's going fast because the real drama doesn't start until, like, a while ]
february 14th, 2011
ages; 16
ashton was now five months clean.
he kept his pinky promise and he flushed down his razor, clutching my hand tightly. i kissed him sweetly as a reward. ms. irwin had no idea about what her son had done, and he had no intentions to tell her. i didn't blame him.
"it's valentine's day."
i looked up and at my phone, before humming. "i guess it is," i replied, before cuddling further into his side. my dark hair was up in an ugly bun and i was wearing no makeup, sweatpants, an old paint-stained t-shirt, and spongebob socks. ashton didn't care what i looked like, said i looked my best like this.
he backed away from me seriously. "calum's doing something for jada," he muttered. oh, right, sometime in december, cal and jada got together? that was a thing. i knew she had liked him since we were nine, but i wasn't sure what he thought. "i want to do something special for my valentine."
"oh, yeah? who's that?"
"just this really lame girl named maely. i don't think she's even that cool. i just felt bad for her, so i made her my valentine."
i smacked his shoulder and he giggled, kissing my cheek. ashton was a big one on little affectionate signs. like kisses and hugs and cuddles. i wasn't complaining. he was really the best boyfriend you could ask for ever and, god, i loved him.
i forgot to mention. ashton joined 5 seconds of summer. they pathetically needed someone to play drums - er, a box. he was still saving for a drumset, but he was really good at hitting... a box. they did really good covers, too. like, teenage dirtbag to justin bieber. it was kind of insane how amazing they were. and i was friends with them. yeah, no big deal, i'm friends with four extremely hot guys who can sing and play instruments, oh and one of them's my boyfriend.
ha, go maely.
for now they were still on that hemmo1996 stage, but i think they could make it. i think they got around a thousand views per video, which isn't a lot, but if one of those one thousand people was someone who wanted to sign four lame boys in a kitchen, so be it.
ashton nudged my cheek with his nose. "let's do something special for valentine's," he said and i turned in his arms to face him, the small blanket falling to the floor. the couch was just big enough for two people. "like, a date, or something." my mind wasn't thinking about that.
i wanted my first time to be with ashton. not necessarily tonight, or in six years. but i really wanted it to be with him. he would never be so crude as to use that kind of thing against me, and we were both virgins, so that could have meant something.
"hey, ash?"
a soft hum left his lips that were pressed to my neck. he didn't suck or give hickeys, he just left soft kisses that made my stomach flutter.
i shifted so i was looking into his soft hazel-green eyes. "um, what if tonight, we... you know," i tried, but he furrowed his eyebrows. "it's a special night and your mum is out of town for once and i just..." realization spread over his face.
"oh, i- wow," he sputtered. "do you really think that's a good idea?"
he pressed his fingers into my hips. "i want to, but only with you," i whispered, before closing my eyes and slowly moving to press my lips to his. i felt him hold my face in his hands and allow himself to comply to the kiss more, deepening the kiss by opening his mouth.
