Foster Home || Lashton AU

04

Sorry isn't updated like I said i was, I fell asleep, and I don't do that easily. But here I am updating! Enjoy! xx

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*Ashton's POV*

I awoke by my alarm. I set it to 5:00am.

I hate waking up early.

It's not something I do, and I'm NOT a morning person.

Today I have to go to the airport, and then board a plane to Arizona! Whoopie.(Note The Sarcasm)

I get dressed in sweats and a muscle shirt then put a black hoodie on. I match it with a grey beanie. If I'm going on a plane, might as well be comfortable.

I grab my suitcase full of clothes and my guitar and head outside to the main building to have someone drive me to the airport.

•••

I enter the main building and walk to Mrs.Herretia.

"Are you ready to head to the airport?" She asked in a quirky voice. I hate quirky voices.

"I guess." I replied.

"Alright! OH! There's the driver already, they're in the front." She points outside,"Well, you better head off!"

I walk slowly to the front door and open it. I walk to the car and knock on the window to signal the driver to unlock the trunk.

I hear a click and the trunk is already cracked open I open it all the way and throw my suitcase in and gently place my guitar over it.

My guitar is he closest thing I have to my parents. One Christmas, I wanted a guitar so badly that I promised that I would get straight A's on my school report card. And I did. Then they bought me the guitar they promised. I'll cherish that moment for the rest of my life. That moment I opened the gift was the happiest moment of my life. Yeah, I know it's weird but it's my favorite memory of my parents. They meant everything to me.

I shook my head to get out of my daydream and opened the door of the car. I sat down, put on my seatbelt then closed the door.

The driver started driving away and off I was to the airport.

•••

Once we got to the airport, I was half asleep. The drive was like an hour.

I walked in the airport and asked the lady at the front desk what time the flight to Arizona was. The flight boarded at 7:00am and it was now 6:52am so I better head of to where I board the plane.

It's now 6:59 and I'm in line to get on the plane.

Once I'm at the front of the line I hand my ticket to an attractive man with brown hair. He gives me a small smile and tells me to 'have a nice flight'. I say a 'thank you' and walk down the hall.

I hop on the plane and find a seat. I decide to sit next to the window so I could just look through the clouds when we fly.

A girl who looked about my age sat next to me and smiled showing her white teeth. I just smile back and look out the window again. I don't really like girls, they confuse me. Even my mother confused me sometimes.

I just down find girls.. Attractive. Like at all.

Anyways, the flight from Australia to Arizona was 16 hours and 5 minutes exactly.

I might as well sleep most of the way. I mean, what would I do the whole time?

I closed my eyes while the airplane started take off. Once we were in the air, I felt myself slowly dose off.

•••

I woke up to the sounds of the pilots on the intercom announcing that we're going to land in 10 minutes.

What the fuck!

I slept for 16 fucking hours! I guess I was really tired. Like SUPER tired. Who sleeps for 16 hours?

It's time that we land and the plane shake and bounces all around then stops and we come to a complete stop. I'm relieved that we landed.

I open the sun cover thingy that was on the window and was blinded by the bright sun. Damn. My eyes hurt for a couple of seconds after that. It's super sunny in Arizona.

After the girl who was sitting next to me gets up to leave I finally decide to get up and grab my things. I trudged off the plane, down the hall, and finally arrived to the pick up stations. The Hemmings family is supposed to pick me up here.

I walk further down the stations only to see my name written on a white piece of cardboard. A woman and a man were standing there with curiosity in their eyes. I'm guessing they were searching for me. I decided to walk out of the crowd I was in the middle of and slowly walked toward the man and woman. As I walked towards them they looked at me and instantly smile. It was kind of creepy to be honest.

The woman who looked around her early 40's ran towards me only to embrace me in a hug. Okay?

Once she let's go he man reaches out his hand to shake and I do the same.

"You must be Ashton!" She smiles,"Oh! I'm Liz, Liz Hemmings! And you're gonna be staying with us for a while!"

"I'm Andrew! It's nice to finally meet ya!" The man said, I'm going to have to get used to American accents.

"We better head off because I'm sure Ashton is really tired!" She said smiling to I'm guessing her husband.

No shit, Ashton.

I nod and smile a little.

They start walking and I follow.

We head towards their car and I was surprised to see a range rover

Damn. They must have good jobs, because range rovers are very expensive.

A wave of sadnesses washed over me because I remembered that my mother had always wanted a range rover but the finances were too high for us to get one.

I shake my head, and they open the trunk for me to put my stuff in.

It sure is really fucking hot in Arizona. I thought to myself.

I was relieved when I sat down and when he turned the car on, the cold air of the A.C instantly blew in my face.

The car ride to their home was silent. I didn't feel like talking. And I especially didn't want to talk about myself to them.

We arrived at a pretty big house.

Mr. Hemmings, or Andrew, popped the trunk open and offered to take my stuff in but I refused.

The second I walked into their home, the smell of lavender invaded my nose. I almost gagged, because lavender scents disgust me. I breathed out of my mouth instead of my nose to conceal the smell.

"Ashton, Hun, your room is upstairs, down the hall, and the third door to your right. Do you want me to show you?" She asked.

"No, I think I'll be able to find it." I smile.

How many rooms do they have? I thought

I picked up my things and slowly walked up the stairs. I heard Mrs. Hemmings whisper something but I didn't bother to listen carefully.

As I walk down the hall, I hear loud rock music coming from a room close to my new room.

As I come closer to the door to the new bedroom, I see a door open and a boy with blonde hair walks out of the room where the music was coming from. He was looking down at his phone.

He looks up and his blue eyes stare directly at me. I takes me a couple of seconds to look down, but I eventually do. I open the door to my new bedroom, without saying a word to him.