The Metal Boys ➳♡ 5SOS

[4] ➳♡ FRECKLES & DIMPLES

     

                                   [4] ➳♡ FRECKLES & DIMPLES / [ASHTON]

        THE SMALL PEBBLES THAT WERE SCATTERED AROUND THE PARKING LOT CRUMBLING UNDER THE STEP OF HIS BLACK LACED-UP BOOTS AND GIRLS CRUMBLING UNDER THE MERE GLANCE OF HIS INTENSE HAZEL EYES, ASHTON WALKED BESIDE A ROW OF PARKED CARS WITH HIS BLACK IPHONE HELD UP TO HIS EAR. The breeze ruffled the curls atop of his head, making him absentmindedly run his large hands through his hair.

“…really attractive, Ashton. She’s actually funny, too. She also lets me copy off her worksheets whenever. She’s really really nice as well and her music taste isn’t half bad. Plus, she’s an only child, which is good because you know what I say—”

“‘The brother tends to smother and the sister always wants a mister,’” Ashton recited, rolling his eyes as and laughing. He stepped off the parking lot gravel and onto the slate-grey sidewalk, walking over to the wall beside the door and leaning up against it.

The sound of Michael’s laughter left his phone speaker. “Exactly. Imogen’s just really cool though.”

“Sounds like you really like her,” he commented, the corner of his mouth quirking up the slightest bit. He thrummed a beat onto the back of his phone with his index finger and middle finger.

“What?” Michael immediately asked. “No, I don’t. I just don’t think she’s the type of girl who’d do it with a stranger so I’m trying to get to know her a little.”

“Michael, you’ve known her for four days,” Ashton remarked, scoffing softly. “You’re as much as a stranger to her as I am.”

“She doesn’t have to know about me, Irwin. She just needs to know me—agh, I don’t know how to say it in a way that makes sense but basically, if everything goes right, we’re gonna have sex by the end of this week. Now, go get your coffee then get over here.” He hung up the phone.

Ashton simply shrugged at his phone, shoving it in the back pocket of his black skinny jeans. He turned and opened the door to the store, strolling inside with his left hand stuffed in his pocket and his right hand scratching at his jaw.

The place was empty of customers, its dark brown square tables only touched by condiments and forgotten crumbs. His eyes trailed over the wall and stopped on the front counter. A girl stood behind it, her eyes closed and her nose flaring as she exhaled in and out loudly. She looked young enough to attend Hendrix and because of the fact that this Dunkin Donuts was located so near to the school, Ashton assumed she did. He looked her over, taking note of how she was bigger than most of the girls he checked out. Her brown hair fell in frizzy waves on her shoulders, looking darker against the chocolate brown backdrop of her work-shirt. Freckles were sprawled across the base of her nose, some touching her cheekbones.

“Hey, uh, freckles!” Ashton said loudly as he neared the counter, watching her eyes fly open like he expected them to.

She bit her tongue for a moment, her murky blue eyes looking upwards. “My name is not freckles.”