My Only Hope (Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"Kristen, what the hell is this?" he asked. Shock filled my body. He's not supposed to be here. I thought. How did he get here?

"They're painkillers," I whispered, bowing my head in shame. 

"For what?" he barked. His voice sounded scarier than last time. Despite how stupid he looked, he scared the crap out of me. "Answer me, Kristen," He sounded threatening, as if I was a criminal. 

"What do you think?" I could feel tears welling up and my nose start to clog, making it hard to breathe. He dropped the pills, suddenly softening. 

"Oh my God, Kris," he said, fear etched into his voice. He suddenly wrapped me up in a hug as my tears fell freely. My tears stained his shoulder as I crumbled before him. My hero. I explained to him all that had happened with Tyson and how horrible I was feeling. He listened, holding me, trying to comfort me. "Kristen, I had no idea," he said when I finished. 

"Well, it's been about 9 months since you saved me," I told Smash. 

"I know. I am so sorry. I should have come sooner. I was just coming to check up on you and I saw the desk and I just, I am so sorry," He held me closer as my sobs died down.

"I couldn't take it! I just couldn't take everything at once," I cried.

"I know," he whispered. "It's okay. I'm here to save you," He cracked a smile and grinned down at me. In his arms, I felt at home, for some reason. I wiped my eyes and nose with my sleeve, trying not to look too horrible in front of my super hero. 

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this," I muttered.

"Oh, nonsense!" he exclaimed. "You look absolutely beautiful," He brushed my hair back with his hand and smiled. "Tell you what, let's go get some ice cream and talk, alright?"

"You know it's 11 o' clock, right?" I stated.

"Yeah. And?" I rolled my eyes at him and agreed. "But you're paying!" I said. "I am not going to buy ice cream at 11!"

"Whatever," he sighed. "Let's just go,"

"In that?" I asked him?

"What?"

"Your getup,"

"Do you have a problem with it?" he joked.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but you look incredibly ridiculous," I laughed.

"I think I look rather dashing," he dramatically said.

"Here, I can find you some clothes to change into,"

"No!" he yelled.

"Why not?"

"I can't reveal my secret identity! Isn't it obvious?"

"Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed.

"What?" he asked me.

"Do you really think I'll tell anyone? I have no one to tell! Besides, no one has even heard of you yet," I pointed out. "It wouldn't matter, anyway,"

"It should matter," he muttered.

"Plus," I added. "I don't know anyone who looks like you,"

"Well, I guess," he groaned. "I don't know anyone quite like you, either," he scratched the nape of his neck, thinking it over. "Alright," he finally agreed. I then told him I would go and get him clothes. I came back with some of my dad's old clothes that he left behind. I was surprised that my mom hadn't burned them yet. I brought back some old jeans and a plaid shirt, and directed him to the bathroom. I then grabbed the pills from my desk and threw them into the drawer.

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We entered a small ice cream shop that was surprisingly still open. Village Creamery was written at the top. Smash actually looked like a normal 17 or 18 year old guy in my dad's clothes. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he slightly slouched as he looked at the ice cream flavors they had. I wasn't going to lie, he was attractive. Underneath his suit, he looked well built. He was pretty tall but he wasn't lanky. And I could definitely see that his arms were not just fat or just skin and bone. He was pretty sexy. 

"I'll have a scoop of the Superman," he smirked. "In a cone, if ya please,"

"Okay," the guy at the counter said, looking like he didn't care. He grabbed a cone and filled it with the multi-colored ice cream, handed it to Smash, and looked at me. 

"I'll have a scoop of Mango in a cone, please," The man got me my ice cream and I let Smash pay, tired from previous events. We both sat down outside, illuminated by a street light and the light inside the shop. We ate and small-talked. Then, once we were done, we began a real conversation. 

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Smash," he replied.

"No, your real name," I pressed. He sighed and looked at me. 

"I have an idea,"

"That's not good," I teased. He rolled his eyes and went on. 

"How about we start from the beginning. Just start over. Does that sound good?" I nodded. "Alright. You first,"

"Okay," I regained my composure before starting. "Oh, hi!" I exclaimed. "I didn't see you there! My name is Kristen Heartweld," I tried sounding surprised and the guy across from me laughed at my efforts. I stuck my hand out and he shook it. 

"Ashton," he said. "Ashton Irwin," I smiled.

"That's a lovely name, Ashton. Now I understand your-" He slammed his hand against my mouth. 

"Shh! Not here!" he scolded. I licked his hand and he jerked away.

"Sorry," I told him, not really meaning it. We talked and laughed and got to know each other until after 4 in the morning. Ashton finally dropped me off at my house and changed into his costume. He was about to climb out of my window when he said goodbye. 

"That was fun," he whispered. "We should do it again, sometime," I nodded, already in bed.

"Can you come as Ashton and not Smash?" I asked. 

"Anything for you," he winked. I fake-swooned.

"Oh, you're too kind," I giggled. Ashton dramatically bowed before climbing out of my window and down the tree by my house. I sighed, taking in the silence. Maybe I found a new rock.

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aw ash ur such a cutie 

so, um, short chapter, im sorry. its because its 10:12 and my sisters live in my room and they would like to sleep at some point and so would i soooooo ya. 

muh apoluhgyes

well, today i painted a house. and a garage. and my wrists are killing me. and my fingers are about to fall off.

i have a newfound respect for people who paint houses for a living...

well, i cant really keep my eyes open for much longer, so i better get this done before it just ends up giberish. 

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alrighty ily guys so much + ur perf + i just love u + stay bootyful ok ilysm ok bYE