C O L L E E N
{ A / N : okay so pretty please listen to the song wishing wells by the colourist and yellow by coldplay while you read this chapter like just look it up on YouTube or something because i do a lyric reference of that song in this chapter ayyyyy. }
in this moment, i start to become very happy. surprisingly, it isn't because i'm sitting in the front seat of luke's car. there are a lot of things that make me happy, though. i wasn't thinking of luke when i thought of things that make me happy, but i knew that one day he would be there.
a list of things that make me happy:
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1.) rock alternative (or classical) music.
2.) long car rides at night.
3.) water parks.
4.) deep pools with diving boards.
5.) the color mint.
6.) people that smell good.
7.) that new car smell. you know the one i'm talking about.
8.) chesley's smile.
9.) jess's laugh.
10.) calum's attempts to dance.
11.) how michael always has a new video game every time i go over to his house.
12.) ashton's hands.
the thing i'm thinking of from that list right now is, weirdly, ashton's hands. his palms are very soft, his fingers are long and bony, and the pads of his fingers are somewhat callused from past attempts to play the guitar. the best thing about them, is how in the summer his hands are cold, and how in the winter his hands are warm. i remember this from the first time i ever met him.
F L A S H B A C K
December 13th, 2009
"and that is the amazing story of how i got my fake ID.", ashton finishes his "amazing" tale, laughing. i then start to burst into giggles. the story was, well, quite bizarre, but ashton's laugh made the story so much better. we are walking and talking outside of the diner, taking in the australian wintry scene. a small blanket of snow settles into my vision, as i look up into the clouds, seeing that more of the icey precipitation is falling down to the earth.
"your laugh is cute.", i smile toward him. his face disfigures immediately. "cute? i'm not cute, browning.", he retorts. "i'm sexy." i gaffaw at him. "if sexy equals to a nerdy teenage white boy that has a love for vodka, teenage mutant ninja turtles, rock alternative music and playing the drums, then sure.", i smile. i snowflake then lands on my nose and ashton gasps. "col, it's snowing!", he yells, his breath showing up in the air.
col? nobody has ever called me that before. my family always hated nicknames, so i was always called colleen (or elizabeth colleen when my mother became angry). i smile and blush slightly. ash runs across the street yelling, embracing the snow, and stops suddenly in the middle of it. a car begins to race quickly down the street, its headlights shining brightly through the winter sky.
i then realize that ash isn't moving as the car is coming closer. i'm not a fast runner at all, but in that moment, i'm moving with the winter wind. "ashton!", i scream, as i run to the middle of the street. the car becomes less than ten feet away, not bothering to slow down at all. "ashton!", i scream once more, this time pushing him out of the car's way, risking my life for his.
i'm completely sure that i'm laying dead in the middle of the street, but when i open my eyes, i stand corrected (or lay, if you prefer). i'm lain on a large patch of snow with ashton's hands intertwined with mine. "what just happened?", i ask. ashton smiles. "you risked your life for me, so i risked my safety for yours.", he says. i immediately feel myself blushing.
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confessions of a teenage nightmare || -a.i- •MAJOR EDITING•
De Todoin which two young adults find themselves in the stickiest of situations when a old friend (maybe even nine old friends) stop by for a visit.
