The Story of Us (Ashton Irwin)

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I walk in the cold air. Snow falls around me and I wrap myself up in my coat tighter. I get to the doorstep of the apartment I share with my best friend, Madeline. I unlock the gate and I walk to apartment one finding my door. I open it and I see Madeline on her laptop surfing Facebook. She looks back when she hears the door open.

"Hey, Wen! How was you walk?" She asks me.

"Fine," I say shortly.

Her face turns soft. "Are you thinking about him?"

Of course I'm thinking about him! He was my boyfriend! He used to hold me and kiss me and tell me that everything will be alright. But no, he's not freaking here anymore and I want him to be. I want him to be here beside me and not dead.

"I'm going to my room," I say avoiding her question. I don't any sympathy or pity from anyone! I just want the universe to leave me the hell alone!

He died less than a months ago.

I was the last person he talked to.

Oh my God.

I walk into my bedroom and close the door and lock it. I walk over to my laptop and I pull open Word documents. As the title I type in 'The Story of Us' and I click on the document itself. Putting the for size on 12 and the font on Times New Roman, I type in 'Chapter One'.

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I stood at the train station with my coat wrapped tightly sound me. It's colder than all the other winters here in New York.

I exhaled and air moved away from my lips. I pulled out my Chapstick and I slathered it on. My lips have been cracked and dry for the past week.

The train pulled up and I hurried on to get a good seat. I sit down in the middle on the train and I put my bag on my lap. I'm not one of those stupid people who puts their bags on the seat next to them, that's how you get mugged.

The train pulled away and I felt somebody looking at me. I looked up to see a guy with pale skin, dark blonde curly hair, and hazel eyes smiling at me.

I smiled back and I shyly looked down at my bag. I pulled out a book and started to read it so that I wouldn't feel like I was in an awkward position. I couldn't focus though. His eyes were so gorgeous and, dang that smile. He was just so beautiful.

I looked back up to see that he was still looking at me. He was still smiling that perfect smile. What should I do? What is he going to do? Is he going to come over here and talk to me? Do my lips still look cracked? All of these questions floated around my head.

The train had stopped suddenly and I looked around confused.

"We have stopped due to the weather," the raspy voiced man over the PA said. "The train should begin moving in an hour and a half." The PA clicked off and I groaned.

I'm going to be late to school and I'm going I have to explain to my professors on what happened.

I groaned and I put my head in my hands. I felt my chair move and I looked to my right. The guy was sitting next to me.

"Hey," he said.

"Um, hi," I smiled.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

"I'm going to be super late for class and then I'm going to have to explain to my professors. This is my second time being late and it has all been due to the weather." I rambled. I looked at him and he was listening intently. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

He grinned. "It's cool. I love the sound of your voice."

I cocked my head to the side with a smile. "Really?"

He nodded. "Really."

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I wake up to a huge clatter. I sit up and I rub my eyes. I fell asleep on my desk last night while writing and my back and neck are killing me.

I stand up with a moan and I go to my door and shake the handle. I forgot that I locked it last night so Madeline wouldn't bother me. I unlock it and I slip out the door.

"Madeline?" I call out.

She appears around the corner with a smile. "Hey, Wendy. How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," I say.

"I ordered Chinese last night and I came to bring it to you, but the door was locked." Madeline says.

"I just needed some time to myself and I fell asleep. The walk yesterday wore me out." I explain. Some of this is true. The walking didn't wear me out though.

"Wendy," Madeline says as she drags me to the couch. "I'm really worried about you."

"Why are you worried? I'm fine!" I exclaim.

"No. You're not. You hideaway in your room, you barely eat and whenever I do it's when I force you, you always sleep, and you don't talk to people anymore. I know that Ashton died and I know that your hurting at the fact that he's gone, but you need to understand that Ashton would want you to be happy. He'll want you to go live your life to the fullest. He'll want you to go back and get your Masters in Journalism! He'll want you to do that because he loves you."

"Loved, Madeline. He loved me." I whisper.

"He still loves you. Even though he's passed on, he still loves you as much as you love him."

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"What do you major in?" He asked me.

"Uh, journalism," I replied. "Do you go to college?"

"Uh," he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "No, I don't go to college. I'm actually in a band."

"Really?" My eyes widen and my eye brows raise. "What type of music do you play?"

"Pop punk. People think that we're a boyband. We are not a boyband."

I laughed. "What's your band's name?"

"5 Seconds of Summer even though we consist of only four members."

"Then why-" I started out but he cut me off.

"I don't know. Michael came up with it. We will forever avoid that question." He grinned and I grinned back. "What's your name?" He asked me.

"Wendy Prior, you?"

"Ashton Irwin. Pleasure to meet you." Ashton took my hand and kissed it, making my cheeks heat up.