Sticky Notes ~ Ashton Irwin

~Part One~

A/N: THIS IS GOING TO BE AN EXTREMELY SHORT UPDATE :) xx

Later that morning, so-called Joseph left to buy groceries from the small farmer's market I saw on my dreaded car ride to this even more dreaded place. He usually gets all kinds of vegetables, some turkey, and usually a burger or two. He gives me about one eighth of what he buys and eats the rest before going outside to smoke. He doesn't know that I know what he does when he leaves my basement. Part of that is because we aren't exactly on speaking terms, and the other part can be awarded to how secretive I was during my few years of high school. In the number of weeks I've been here, I figured out that the third-to-top row of cinderblocks has a loose one. I can hear his car start every time he either leaves or comes back, so I take the block out to look around and plan an escape. In doing that, I have noticed what the man, Joseph, does when he isn't watching me. I've gathered that he hasn't told anyone except a guy he calls Justin and he calls "sir". Considering "Joseph" didn't bother figuring out my real name, Justin could very well not be this guy's name.

Justin knows a lot about me and it looks like he's on my side of things. He says he is going to help him keep the secret but his weary eyes tell me otherwise. I am still extremely confused as to what Joseph and Justin's relationship is. They discuss politics in his jet black convertible and sit on the porch to drink together quite a lot, but at the same time Justin looks scared to be around him. He looks familiar; he has sloppy, curly brown hair that falls pretty effortlessly around the bandana he wears. His eyes are large and sort of wide, in a way, though I haven't been close enough to see any color. He's got dimples in his cheeks the size of craters. When I know he is definitely on my side, I'll grab his foot when he walks the dog one day like he does every day along the side of the house.