Lost Kids (a.i.)

nine

In fact my biggest fear was being left alone, but I can't hold them back. You can never hold some one back back from their dreams and I wasn't going to do it for these boys.

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My eyes fluttered open the next morning to the soft patter of rain drops falling. I observe my surrounds, taking in the familiar scenery. I was now under the porch, on one of the white lawn chairs with the floral cushions. Beside me, in the other matching chair, Ashton lay sound asleep. His legs curled to his chest and his arms around his body. I could tell it was still very early in the morning from where the sun stood on the horizon.

I decided on going inside to change from my damp clothes. I vaguely remember last night where we moved under the porch. I shrug and walk up the stairs to find a new outfit. I made sure that my feet softly touched the floor, not to wake the rest of the band from their slumber. My body slipped through the attic door, where I kept my belongs. I picked out a simple grey sweater and shorts, which I pared with some long socks to keep my feet warm. I snuck into Ashton's restroom, running a quick shower to get the mud of my feet. The water dropped down my back slowly, like hot wax. I didn't have to take showers much, being a ghost and all. So it was nice To take one every once in a while.

I let my hair lie in wet ringlets down my back. I rush back down the stairs, it was about six am and the rain was coming down harder than it was earlier. I turn into the kitchen and get knocked to the floor by a talk figure.

"Oh sorry Wendy!" Ashton apologizes to me as he offers a hand out for assistance.

"It's fine, I'm okay." I smile up at him, taking his hand for support. The boy's hair had been tossed in a hundred different directions and he wore his pajamas. In his left hand, a coffee mug, wrapped in his long fingers. "You're up early!" I say to him as he sits down at the table, nursing his cup of coffee.

"Yeah, I was thinking about going back to bed, but I'm really not tired." His voice croaks as he had just woken up.

"So, what will you boy be doing today?" I ask, but regret it. I didn't want to sound clingy, especially since I promised not to ever hold them back.

"Our team; mangers, producers, editors... Should be congrats over later for a 'party'. We want everyone to be apart of the making of this album." He explains to me. I sigh knowing I'm probably going to have to disappear for the time the party will take place. "I'm sorry about it, I wish you could come, but people could get suspicious. Ya know?"

"Yes, it's totally fine. I'm used to being alone, I mean I have been for the last three years basically." I tell him, it was a complete lie. In fact my biggest fear was being left alone, but I can't hold them back. You can never hold some one back back from their dreams and I wasn't going to do it for these boys.

"It shouldn't be too long Wendy. You can even stay in my room for the time being." Ashton offers, giving me a grin.

"Thanks." I mumble, returning the small smile. We fall silent for a while. I still stand by the kitchen'a island, he sat across the room.

"The other boys won't be up for a couple hours. What should we do?" He speaks up. The Australian places the mug in the sink and turns around back to me.

"I could show you the whole house."

"There's more?" His hazel eyes widen excitingly.

"Yep, follow me." I dance up the stairs, still careful to be very quiet. I walk into his room. "First off Bandana boy, there's secret passages ways all over this old place." I state as I step into his large closet.

"Bandana Boy?" He questions.

"Sorry, I have a thing for nicknames." I giggle as I push the suit case blocking the entrance out of the way.