[ howdy guys. want to apologize for the sUper late update. i've had little to no inspiration for this and it's like almost 8am and i haven't slept so i just whipped something together and i hope it's ok xox love you so much!! ]
december 26th, 2013
ages; 19
luke and i were now a few hours broken up.
i can't say i wasn't sad, exactly, because i was, believe me. i hurt him and the whole breakup was my fault, but i was almost relieved? luke and i ended on good terms, and really, all i think the two of us were good at was being friends. we weren't in love - well, i wasn't.
so i was sitting on my bed on the day after christmas, and it was hot as balls outside because australian seasons. i was dressed in a daisy printed tank top and some high waisted shorts with cuffs at the bottom. my hair was up in a slightly frizzy bun due to the humidity and whatnot.
i sighed when there was a knock at the door, and then listened closer to see if they went away, only to hear another.
don't get me wrong, there was always some sort of spark of excitement when the doorbell rang or someone knocked because you never know who could be on the other side, but my air conditioning wasn't working and i was near sweating to death.
i answered the door minutes later after fixing my hair and making sure i looked decent. my face filled with confusion as i saw who was there. ashton irwin was standing on my doorstep, his hands filled with various objects, including flowers, movies, chocolates, and candies.
he pushed past me and i stared at his back as he put the stuff on the counter in the kitchen, and i closed the door. "ashton-"
"i didn't get you a christmas present because i had this huge day planned for today. we were going to go out and it was gonna' be super cool and we were gonna have a lot of fun but it's hot as balls."
huh, i said that too.
"and it's supposed to rain soon and i hate australia." he looked at me with wide hopeful eyes and i sighed. "so we're gonna cuddle and watch movies-" i shot him a look. "on separate couches."
he pressed his lips together before walking away momentarily, then coming back with two blankets. i leaned against the doorframe as he ran around, putting everything in it's rightful place. he put an equal amount of food on the end tables at the end of the couches, down to the last m&m. "what if i want to put my head over there?" i asked, pointing to where the other table is. he blinked before starting to pick up the food from that table. "no, ashton, i'm just kidding, oh my god."
"oh," he blushed, putting the food back down, and i giggled. "okay, so just- what movie do you wanna' watch? i brought, um, transformers and spider-man 2, but wasn't sure if you'd want those, so i brought some girly looking movies from the shelf that were mum's-"
"ash," i cut him off, trying to hold back a laugh because he was so awkward. "put in spider-man."
he nodded and went over to the dvd player, meanwhile i ran upstairs to get my phone and charger before running back down and sitting on my couch, plugging up my phone and settling with a bag of doritos.
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i don't even remember falling asleep, but i woke up to ashton taking a picture of me.
"what are you doing exactly?" i mumbled, glancing at the cable box. it was half one in the morning. and he giggled, looking down at his photo. "ashton."
"you looked so cute," he said and i was so tired i didn't bother arguing. "hey, maely, do you remember your treehouse?" i hummed a yes, closing my eyes. "do you wanna' go in your treehouse?"
i sat up and stared at him. "it's one-thirty, ash, go to sleep," i sighed, burying my face into the couch pillow. ashton didn't move from his spot in front of my bed, his hands creeping up and eventually poking my nose. i opened my eyes to find him pouting at me. i tried to hold a staring contest with him until he let out a laugh, not being able to hold it in. "let's go, you sleep-disrupter."
trying to roll off the couch in the most lady-like way possible, i fixed my shirt and told him i'd be right back, needing to use the bathroom. he waited in the living room for me and when i got back he was on his phone. "so i posted the picture of you sleeping on twitter," he said and my eyes widened.
"are you kidding me? ashton!"
he knew he couldn't just do that because the fans would flip shit. one photo with a girl and suddenly we're dating and then suddenly all my social medias are found and suddenly i'm getting death threats. it had happened with ashton, then luke, now probably luke again. "wait, wait, sh, listen," he held up a finger. "'is that the maely girl from before'? 'wow, i wish i looked like that when i'm sleeping'. 'looking back on those photos from fetus days, you guys were my oh-tee-pee'!" i stared at him, kind of pissed off. my messages were going to be flooded and i'd get so many crude tweets. "maels, they ship us."
"i ship your face with my fist," i mumbled before walking past him. i shouldn't have been as mad as i was that he did it, he was just bored, but it was kind of a big deal. suddenly ashton's posting pictures of his best friend's girlfriend? yeah, we were broken up, but the public didn't know that. "come on, dork."
he followed behind as we headed through the backyard and into the little patch of woods behind my house. the treehouse was small, but not too small. we climbed up the ladder and squeezed through the little doorway.
ashton stared at me for a while, playing with a twig he found on the ground. "could you ever see us getting back together?"
