Oblivion (Ashton Irwin 5sos)

Chapter 2

I looked up at the house identical to mine. Ashton guided me into his home and up the stairs. The white walls were lined with newly hung family photos in which Ashton smiled the same toothy grin in each. It was strange to walk through a house so structurally simular yet so different at the same time. I saw stacks of boxes lining the walls of the landing, nothing yet to be unpacked unlike downstairs where some progress had evidently been made. I followed Ashton into the first room next to the stairs. A wide open plan room which was filled with nothing but stacks of boxes, some empty and some full,  and a bed.

"I would appreciate some help in my room if you wouldn't mind, I've unpacked most of it I just need to put things away" he said as he leaned down to rip open a box.

"Not much choice, I'm here now aren't I" I sighed joining him.

"Well, thank you anyway" he said. I started to take out mass' of cds from the first box and placed them on his bed. I smiled down at the music in my hands. Oasis, The Strokes, Paramore. So many great albums and personal favourites. This boy had great taste. I quickly began to open the next box trying to get this over and done with as fast as possible.

"Need some music" Ashton mumbled to himself. He got up rapidly ripping open his boxes to check inside. "Should of labeled the boxes like my mum told me to" He laughed

"What are you even looking for" I asked raising my eyebrow slightly.

"Record player" he said with a small smile. "No luck though, it will probably be the last box I check"

"That's life" I replied. Ashton looked back at me with a slight tilt of his head. There he goes again, trying to figure me out. I continued unpacking as fast as I could the boredom of the job finally catching up on me.

"Australlia huh?" I asked picking up on his accent. I wasnt really bothered about the topic I just needed conversation to help pass the time. He nodded as I emptied a box full of posters and ticket stubs. "What brings you half way round the world?"

"Erm, my dad got a job here in London and thought it was a good idea to uproot the whole family" he shrugged. "No one wanted to leave.and I can't stick shitty weather"

"Dads ay" is all I could say. He shrugged again but exaggerated the action letting his shoulders bounce up and down. "What part you from"

"Western Sydney" He said with a smile like he could picture himself there now. I watched as he opened the last box and pulled out an old record player.

"Found it" he beamed plugging it into the wall and throwing a vinyl down. Joan Jett came blaring through the speakers. He pushed himself off the floor to pick up all the now empty boxes that littered the floor and stacked them inside one another to throw away. "Now to put all this crap away" he said looking around his room of unpacked belongings.

I began to hang up the posters whilst Ashton began by putting his clothes away in his wardrobe.

"How old are you by the way" He asked

"Guess" I said my lips curling slightly. Ashton turned to face me and slowly let his eyes scan my body and my face. He held his eyes on mine looking for a hint that I may accidentally give him. He ran a hand through his hair before stroking his chin slowly.

"I'm going to go with 17" He said nodding and crossing his arms. He looked to me with intent to find out the correct answer.

"Correct, but technically I'm 18. Well in 10 days, Starting 2nd year of collage tomorrow actually" I turned to him, eyebrows slightly raised "So you couldn't picture me getting into clubs?" I asked as I pressed down on the wall to stick down yet another poster. Most people thought I was older then I actually was.

"You seem.. innocent" the sarcasm rolled off of his tongue and a smirk formed on his face. You could smell the smoke on my clothes and the sight of my unwashed hair which clearly suggested otherwise. If anyone looked like they could get away with a fake ID and being older then they seemed, It would be me.

"My innocence died a long time ago" Ashtons head tilted to the side once more as he hung up a guns and roses tee into his wardrobe.

"How old are you" I asked

"Guess" he said trying to join in with my game. I walked over to the other side of the room to stick his ticket stubs on another wall and looked at the boy properly for the first time since I arrived. He was tall and muscular, and his hands were very large. His long and wild hair covered most of his face and had faint stubble on his chin.

"I'm going to go with 16?" I asked knowing full well he was older then that.

"Are you serious" His voice showing genuine hurt at my guess

"Yeah, the mop head is very year 11" I said as I finished sticking the last poster on the wall and began to put away some books on his shelf.

"You're joking right?" He turned to me with complete seriousness and concern on his face.

"How old are you then?" I said with fake interest in my voice.

"20" he said "and yes I'm aware I still live at home"

"wow dude. that's older then I thought" I was surprised, this kid, who's not really a kid did not look 20. I thought he was my age if anything.

"Here's me hoping your into older guys" He said grinning the same toothy smile from his family photos.

"Hopes all it'll ever be" I teased.