Train - A.Irwin

worse than hell

→Ashton

Dreams are very complex, to be honest. Most say you dream what is in your subconcsious. Just thinking about this, your brain takes what you are thinking and puts into colour, sometimes even black and white, and makes everything so vivid.

When Ashton dreamt about Elaina she felt real, just as though she were having a conversation with Ashton in the living room. Her wavy, honey-coloured locks swayed as she laughed and the smell of strawberries seemed preasent, as always. Her smile remained bright and her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink. She was gorgeous as ever, but evenutally he woke, craving the warmth she had brought him through the night.

Ashton wandered into the kitchen. On the way, he couldn't help but notice the kitchen, living room, and all the halways were spotless, and the house smelled amazingly clean.

A note sat on the kitchen counter, something in neat handwriting scrawled.

Ashton,

I noticed your house was messy. Have you or Luke ever thought about picking up a broom? I cleaned for a little bit and then decided to do some laundry. Your pile is huge by the way. If you need anything, you have my number.

-Elaina

Elaina couldn't have been more perfect to Ashton. She could clean, she could probably cook...Ashton was beginning to fall hard for her, he knew by the way he flipped over the scrap of paper to see if anything else inked the paper with her beautiful penmanship.

Just as he poured himself a bowl of cereal, Elaina pulled open the door, slipping the spare key underneath the ratty doormat. She didn't stop to greet him when she walked by. Elaina only continued into Ashton's room, where he assumed she would fold his laundry, probably even Luke's laundry.

Ashton leaned on the doorframe and watched Elaina for a little bit. She folded laundry on his perfectly made bed (that he didn't make himself, of course) and moved nimbly.

"Good morning."

Elaina jumped ever so slightly, stopping her folding to turn around. She didn't smile, nor even show glee in her eyes, just stared with a blank expression for what felt like forever. Then she turned around, resuming her tedious work.

"Thank you for cleaning my house." he tried again, making his way over next to her. He glanced at her from the side, noticing the dried tears traced on her cheeks.

Contuing with her silence, Elaina worked, completely ignoring Ashton's presence.

He didn't understand.

"Are you ok, Elaina?" he asked. He was honestly very concerned; Elaina didn't talk much, but she wasn't ever this closed-off.

She just shook her head. Not once did she stop folding the pair of black skinny jeans Ashton loved so much, the pair with a hole in the left knee. He noticed her fingers linger over the gap in the material.

"We can talk about this. Please talk, you're making me nervous." Ashton pleaded, considering getting on his hands and knees if he had to.

A sigh escaped Elaina's lips and she opened her mouth like she would say something, but then snapped her lips shut soon after.

"I'm sorry Ashton, but I can't do this. I know you want to be more than friends; I do too. But trust me, it will never work out. I can't make it work Ashton, I can't. I suggest you just move on because it will fizzle out into nothing quicker than it happened. I'm sorry."

And Elaina brushed past Ashton easily, exiting the room.

Rejection hurt like hell. Actually, for Ashton, worse than hell.

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PPS do you guys want elash smut at all? i found the perfect gif for a smut chapter but i didn't know if you guys were feeling it idk

PPPS (ill stop eventually) the gif is so intense i love it when ashton gets so into his drumming