Hidden- An Ashton Irwin Fanfic

Chapter 41 - Careless

My shoes seem interesting, especially since my brain still feels foggy. I'm sitting entirely on one step, my eyes wandering between the clock on my phone and my shoe laces.

Finally, 40 minutes after my interaction with someone I swore was in my past, I hear a honk outside. No one pays any attention, leaving me (not that I mind) to go investigate. I slide up the wall and hop up the steps two at a time. My eyes dart to the window, and I almost squeal when I see a yellow car pulled up outside. I skip over to the door and turn the knob.

I watch as the taxi door opens and his feet hit the pavement, allowing him to stand. He pays the driver and salutes him, something only the confident pre-break up Ashton would've done.

Wait, what did we break up over again?

My feet take me halfway to him, where he cockily smirks and meets me. I engulf him in a tight hug, taking in his scent that I'd craved so much.

"I'm sorry." I stand up on my tiptoes, still hugging him as the words cross my lips.

"You're forgiven." He mumbles, his chin finding a place atop my head.

We stay like this for a few minutes, just living in the comfort of each other. I'm the first to pull away, and he fakes a pout when my eyes meet his.

"So.. You're drunk?" I ask, my hands finding their way into my pocket.

"Yep, super duper drunk." He shows the dopiest grin with dimples deeper than the Grand Canyon.

"Me too." I nod. His smile causes me to show my own, and we look like two lovesick idiots in a driveway.

But we're not lovesick.

We're not even in love.

Or are we? I don't know what to think anymore.

"Why don't we get out of here? Go for a walk?" His voice has this tone I can't resist, like it's laced with adventure.

I glance at my car and back at the boy, nodding eagerly. "The night is young, Irwin. Let's wreck it."

His laughter echoes throughout the dark neighborhood, and my heart melts as his eyes crinkle at the sides. We turn off onto the sidewalk and I feel sparks ignite every time his elbow touches mine. Even through his hoodie, I can still feel his skin skimming mine. It's starting something in me, like a fires slowly beginning to burn. What that something is is a mystery, I can't tell through the fuzzy feeling drinking has given me.

Our walk is silent. I can feel his gaze on me, but I shake it off. Maybe it's the alcohol. We reach a corner and it's time to decide where we're going. Left to my house, or right to the beach.

"Where to?" I look over at him, feeling my confidence decrease as his eyes stay focused on mine.

"Are your parents home?" is his first question. His voice leads me to believe there's a not-so-innocent reasoning behind this.

"Of course. It's not the weekend..." I giggle, "I don't think."

"Then the beach it is." He nods.

We continue on our stroll, this time in a meaningless conversation. It's funny how the things that make no sense are also the things that you find most reasonable when you're under the influence.

It's also funny how even after I told him to stop staring at me, I still see him analyzing me, taking in every little detail and facial feature.

As we walk I let out an excited squeal, bursting in happiness. "Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" He cocks his head to the side. I love when he does that.

"The waves! We're almost to the beach!"

He grins, swiftly spinning and throwing me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" I demand between fits of laughter. "Let me down! Ashton! Stop!" My little fists pound on his back, but it's no use.

"No can do, sweetheart. Not yet, anyways."

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, genuinely curious. When I receive no answer, I huff. My messy bun is falling out, and strands of my hair sway as we walk. My hand naturally reaches into his back pocket, and I occupy myself with the contents of his wallet.

"Nice driver's license pic." I comment, taking in the picture from his fringe days.

"Get out of my wallet."

"Or what?"

"Or this." I feel my weight shift as he slides me down his body, trapping me between him and a vandalized wall. I look around realize we're still on the main beach. As my eyes meet his my breathing becomes ragged. The green and gold flecks are heightened, and his cheeks are a tint of red. How did I not notice this earlier?

My eyes travel down to his lips, then down to his neck and slowly along his collarbone. Then I find myself looking at his arms, which are placed on either side of my head.

"Give me my wallet, Jaylin." He says, his lips a bright pink.

"No." I squeak, testing him.

His mouth curves into a smirk and I watch his eyes travel across my face, taking in every part of me he can. "Fine."

With no warning his lips link to mine, and I find myself conflicted with his kiss.

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