The Only Reason (Ashton Irwin)

Chapter 4

I swear this boy is like Ashton. He's so playful and annoying (a little) at the same time. So talkative, but I'm enjoying my time with him. Maybe I'm enjoying his company because he's not a dick like Ashton. He's not a person who thinks I want to fuck him.

I shake my head when I thought about fucking Ashton, ew. I will not fuck a person I completely don't know, and especially an asshole. But I don't want to fuck a person. I want to preserve my virginity, my virginity is really important to me. Nowadays, most of the people are already been tasted. They think it is cool to have sex, they think it is fun, but I assure you there's no fun at all. I know that I don't know the feeling of having sex or being pleasured by sex but.. will you be happy that after several years you'll just figured it out that you have AIDS or other sickness that is caused by sex? No, right?

I looked back at this unknown boy who is dragging me to an unknown place. I hope he will stop dragging me, I hope that I can stop him from dragging me. But how? Should I scream for help? Should I scream that he is kidnapping me? But no, I don't want to make a scene. I'm not a drama queen. Avril Lavigne should know that. And then I remember something, he doesn't want to be called Asian.

"Asian boy stop dragging me" I whined while stomping my feet.

He stopped dragging me then glared at me. "I'm not an asian!"

See? It worked.

"But I don't know your name."

"Ah! Bad child! You didn't listened when we're introducing each other" I rolled my eyes.

I'm not a bad child like you and Ashton.

"Atleast I didn't make fun of you a while ago!" he ruffled his hair then shyly smiled at me.

"I'm sorry, but it is Ashton who is really making fun of you" he bit his lip while looking down at his feet. Is he shy in apologizing?

"You still made fun of me."

"That's why I'm saying sorry! Okay?" I slowly nodded.

I don't even know why the heck am I talking to him. It's been years since I've talked to a boy, I promise. I mean, having a real and long conversation with a boy. But yeah, time to move on. But I don't know if I can really move on.. especially when there's Ashton.

Ashton please leave my mind. I hate you. I fucking hate you.

"Can we start over?" he pouted. He looks like a child, really.

"I guess" I mumbled.

"I'm Calum, and you are?" he raised his hands to shake my hands, I shook my head.

"You already know my name" I spoke quietly.

"Do you know what's the meaning of start over?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

I sigh before raising my hands and clamped my hands to his. I started to shake it. "Mariean."

He grinned when I said my name. Is there something funny in my name?

"I should make a nickname" I fake laughed.

"Nickname sucks."

"No they don't. It's actually.. entertaining" he smirked.

I waved my both hands disapprovingly, signing him that I still don't like it. "That's why I don't like nicknames."

"Whether you like it or not, you will still have a nickname" he really want to get what he wants.

I gave up, knowing that he'll win at the end. There's no chance that he'll let me leave without making a nickname for me.

"Fine."