Oblivion (Ashton Irwin 5sos)

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes slightly to be greeted by sharp shots of sunlight which ecapsed through my blinds. I groaned, rolling onto my side and smacking my hand down on my phone.

10:45

my phone blinked back at me. I turned back around and sighed. It was the last day of summer and I mentally kicked myself for not using my last day of freedom to be sleeping into the evening. Unfortunately once Im up, I find it impossible to fall back to sleep. I pulled back my duvet and slid out of bed and walked sleepily to my mirror and inspected the remains of mascara around my eyes. My hair was greasy and thin in its fishtail braid which I hadn't bothered undoing when I rolled into bed last night. I looked up at the massive nirvana poster on my wall and smiled at the men before me. I reached onto my bedside table and picked up my half empty pack of cigarettes before placing one into my mouth. The cigarette hung from my teeth as I hooked my phone up to my amp to play some music. The sweet sound of Oasis blasted through my amp and I lit the ciggerate in my room. Taking a deep puff and enjoying the remains of my ever shortening freedom. I leant my head back against the wall as I let the smoke leave my mouth and dance around the room.

"Emily?" my mum called from downstairs.

"Shit" I said under my breath, jumping up and cracking open the nearest window. I quickly put the cigarette out and flapped my arms gesturing the smoke toward the open window.

"EMILY, ARE YOU AWAKE"

"Yes mum" I replied, faking a hint of tiredness to make her think she woke me up.

"Can you come downstairs please" She called calmly

I grabbed an oversized hoody from around my chair and pulled it over my body as I jogged down the stairs. I stopped in my tracks as a boy with floppy curls stood in my hallway next to my mum. They both looked up at me as I stood on the second to last stair with my eyebrow slightly raised, but still, and brilliantly trained lack of emotion on my face.

"Emily, my god why do you never take your make up off before you go to sleep? You wake up looking like a hooker every morning"

"Well It's a look inspired from my mother." I replied monotone looking straight into the boys eyes who I could tell was already trying to figure me out. A look I've seen plenty of time from most people I meet.

"If you wasn't so ecstatic to be alive Emily, I would probably disown you" My mum replied directing a laugh towards the boy looking pleased at her sarcastic comment, in which he politely laughed back.

"Anyway" She said after composing herself. "This is Ashton, he's just moved in next door and his parents have sent him to find someone to help them unpack and I've volunteered for you to be that helper, I can already see you're frilled" She smiled a sarcy smile and titled her head slightly as if she was challenging me. I looked down before the boy who wore black skinny jeans which hugged his legs nicely and an old baggy t-shirt with multiple holes in. I inspected him and decided he may be an acceptable person to be in acquaintance with. He smiled whilst waiting for my answer which I simply replied,

"Sure" whilst turning on my heels to head up stairs.

"Well, I was prepared for some sort of retaliation" I heard my mum say from behind me.

I looked at my dark brown hair in the mirror and decided to leave the messy braid how it was. I looked ruff which was a personal look of choice for me. I did however wipe the makeup from my eyes and quickly apply a small amount of mascara on my nearly bare lashes as there was a difference between ruff and looking like a tramp. I then changed my pajama shorts for some leggings and wore a simple tee, much like the boy.

I headed down stairs and stared blankly at my new neighbour.

"Nice too meet you" he said smiling wide and offering his hand for me to shake.

"We'll see" I said as I walked out the door leaving a puzzled boy behind.