don't || a.irwin

2.0// we drink away the days with our takeaway pizza

Ashton's POV-

The letter was all that seemed to be on my mind lately. Perhaps it was because the content of the letter itself worried me. Katie wouldn't neglect her terminally sick mother, would she? Calum had been bugging me about asking her about it, but I knew better.

I had no idea what I would do, whether to confront her about it, ask around first, or just plunge in and admit that I was looking through her stuff (well, technically Calum was but whatever).

I didn't dare to tell Luke because I knew he would use it against me to get me to break up with Katie. Also, if I told Mikey, he would go and tell Katie, twisting and modifying the story so that it would benefit him.

However, I did acknowledge that if I flipped out on her, I would have the perfect chance to break up with her. You know, so that she wouldn't break my heart. But I couldn't do that to her. Katie had changed. I knew it in my gut. There was something about her. She had changed.

We were on our way to New York, on this cramped bus we called a "home". Katie had stayed over in my bus, just like she had been doing for the past week or so. It was the middle of the night, and we had no intentions of sleeping as well as bored out of our minds. Those two were not a good combination.

Finally, however, we stopped abruptly and at first, I though the bus has broken down or something. But soon enough, Katie and I both shot up from our places on the sofa. She had placed the movie on pause while I looked outside. We were at a gas station.

Katie looked at me with excitement brimming her eyes. Ignoring the fact that I was in sweatpants and she was in long pajama pants and a tank top, we exited the bus right after the bus driver. Luckily, we were both wearing socks, so the filthy floors weren't in full contact with our feet.

Katie stopped when I was looking down, making me bump into her and immediately look up. This was no regular gas station. Sure, it had pumps filled with petroleum and disgusting bathrooms, but it also had a New York- Style pizzeria. And it would be a sin for our first meal in New York not to be pizza.

So we stumbled in, waking up the old man sitting at the cash register. As soon as he saw us, he mumbled something about us being rowdy teenagers, and went back to snoozing away. Luckily, there was a much younger-looking guy, around the age of thirty, awake and ready to serve.

He had a strong accent, I could tell, which made me like him even more. We ordered way too much pizza and bought a whole 6-pack of beer. I could tell tonight was going to be a great night. Katie knew her way around the guy, because after showing him her license, he didn't even acknowledge that I was the one carrying the alcohol.

Katie and I snuck back into the bus right before the driver came in. However, he wasn't stupid, and he offered to stay quiet for two slices of pizza. We made our entreatment smoothly. We set everything out on the floor, so that our backs were pressed against the couch and the food and drinks were sprawled out in front of us.

We watched movies from Forrest Gump, to Frozen, Scream. Then, we ran out of beer and we had managed our way through half a pizza. It was everything I could have hoped for. Not only was Katie, the firl of my dreams, here with me, but she was also being so laid back, yet somehow still acted like my girlfriend. Like I said, everything I could have hoped for.

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For the next few days when we toured the East Coast, which turned into two whole weeks, we repeated this process, beer and some local food. And if we didn't like anything at the gas station, Katie would convince the driver to stop by the nearest food place -for a certain price of course.