The Metal Boys ➳♡ 5SOS

[3] ➳♡ EMPTY HEARTS

                               [3] ➳♡ EMPTY HEARTS / [ASHTON]

        SMOKE FILTERED THROUGH THE AIR, FORMING GREY CLOUDS THAT CONTAINED ALL THE RAIN INSIDE ASHTON IRWIN’S HEAD. He took another drag of the stick of weed before spewing out another grey cloud, filling the air with a storm. Leaning his head back against the dark blue wall of his room, he closed his eyes and sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde curls and leaving it there.

The door across from him opened to reveal none other than Luke and Calum. Grimaces took place on their faces, both trying to wave away the air of smoke that attempted to enter the nostrils. Luke walked up to Ashton, standing in front of him with his arms crossed. After closing the door, Calum did the same.

Blue eyes looking seriously into Ashton’s hazel ones, Luke sighed and rubbed the side of his face as a sigh escaped his chapped lips. “I thought you said you were going to quit it.”

“Michael didn’t quit it,” Ashton pointed out grumpily, his voice low and quiet. He pulled his knees—which had been sprawled across the floor—up to his chest and rested his left arm on them, taking yet another drag. He’d take another drag till he could drag, drag, drag his troubles away.

“That’s ‘cos Michael’s a shithead like you,” Luke retorted, rolling his eyes and pursing the right side of his mouth.  

Calum stepped forward, bent down, took the drug out of Ashton’s hand, and dropped it on the floor before stomping his black Van clad shoe on it. If it weren’t Ashton’s house, he probably wouldn’t have done that. But Ashton spent such little time in his home that he barely considered it that. The place was a dump anyway, its once white walls now a dirty eggshell and his brown hardwood floors carelessly scratched. The ten year old couches that surrounded the flat screen TV—the only nice thing in the Irwin household—were spotted with tatters. The coffee table told every story of its experience with human life, fingerprints littered all over its glass middle. The wood that was built around the glass was chipped and randomly discolored, parts of its brown looking a pale yellow. The house was a wreck, to say the least. It made one question whether the people that inhabited it were of the same quality inside.

Calum shook his head as Ashton’s hazel eyes widened and said to him, “You’re stupid and drugs are stupid. Combined, you’re both too stupid for words. You know what happen to our friend Drew back in Australia and the promise we all made. I know you’re pissed at Michael but don’t take it out on yourself. Doing weed isn’t going to solve anything.”

Ashton sighed and hung his head down, his sandy curls falling in his eyes. “Fucking Michael.”

Suddenly, as if Ashton had summoned him, the door opened to reveal Michael. He raised his eyebrow, looking at everybody and keeping his pale green eyes on Ashton as he said, “Looks like you guys forgot to tell me about the party. Sick invite.”

“Shut up, Michael. You sound like some thirteen year old on Instagram,” Calum commented, rolling his dark brown eyes. His cheeks lifted up, the skin at the end of his eyes crinkling up just like his sour attitude towards Michael as the beanie dressed boy put his head on Calum’s shoulder.