Ashton's Notes

note 03

6:23 PM | The first PM in this book and I am thoroughly proud.

I met a girl today. God, she was beautiful. She sauntered her way over to my lanky body...

'Do you know where the nearest café is? I'm supposed to meet my friend there and I'm late." her voice was raspy and her words strung quickly together. It was easy to tell she was distressed, what with her weary eyes and crimson cheeks.

"I, uh," Ashton choked. "I was going there, actually. I could walk you there, if you want." he rubbed the back of his neck with his cold, numb hand. He regretted choosing to wear loose fitting, grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt that held a tight grip on his stomach.

The girl smiled and nodded her brunette head. "I'm Amelia Winters. You are?" Ashton felt the cool touch of snow idle on his nose. Living in New York meant snow in the eleventh-hour of November, and the smell of fresh, wintery air.

"Ashton Irwin." he smiled, dimples and all. He was intimidated by the dark haired girl. Her piercing brown, almost black, eyes could lurk into the soul of anyone who stared into them. She could rule the whole goddamn world with those eyes.

The girl shivered. "This is my favorite time of year." she commented. Christmas decorations had already been strung across every building. In Ashton's opinion it was simply too early in the year to be worried about Christmas, but Amelia adored it. She liked the snow that blanketed itself upon the rooftops of every building, and the children's laughs and cheers ringing in her ears.

"It's so cold though," Ashton panted. "I think Christmas would be much more enjoyable under a hot sun." he ran his large hand through his messy hair.

"The sun is always hot, silly." Amelia laughed. Amelia was much different when compared to Ashton. She seemed to be... happy. Her optimistic point of view was a breath of fresh air compared to Ashton's pessimistic view of life. The two could not be more different. Like fire and ice.

Ashton couldn't help but giggle. "You know what I mean." he smiled.

Ashton liked Amelia, he decided. He was almost certain they would never see each other again, but the world has a strange way of bringing people together, wouldn't you say?

A long lived silence fell over the two like the snow getting caught in their uncovered hair. The rubbing of Amelia's hands created friction, but offered little warmth. To the two, it felt as if they were walking beside an old friend. Awkwardness was lacking in the air that day, for comfort and maybe even giddiness took it's place. Amelia stopped for a moment, and picked up a small pile of snow from the ground. Her hand was red and raw, but she did not mind. She stifled a giggle before throwing it at the back of Ashton's head.

"Huh?" was Ashton's immediate response. Obviously dazed and confused, he turned to see who - or what - had struck him. His dead green eyes were occupied with the sight of Amelia Winters laughing hysterically at him. Her midnight eyes were suddenly lit up with joy only a small child could experience. Ashton couldn't help the laugh that erupted from his sore, dry throat. "Hey!" he yelled through his laughter.

He scooped up a pile of snow from his numb hands and proceeded to throwing it at her arm. He laughed a laugh of pure revenge, though it did not last long. Soon enough a new ball of snow had wetted his heather grey sweatpants. "We were even, though!" he whined like a child. Amelia laughed.

"We're just getting started!" she exclaimed and threw another snow ball at him.

You're probably thinking that today was a well lived day. That is where you're wrong. Right when the sentence flew from her mouth... that is when the trouble began.

"And what exactly are you getting started with?" the angry voice belonged to Amelia's 'friend.' You see, Amelia left one minor detail out when she'd said she was meeting her 'friend' at the café. That minor detail being she'd been meaning to meet her boyfriend.

"Nothing," she said quickly. Another detail: Amelia hated her boyfriend. Despised him. Loathed him. Wished for his death. The reason, you might ask? Now, we wouldn't want to get too ahead of ourselves in this story. I can tell you why she chooses to stay with him, however; her mother.

"Who's that loser?" he asked. Inevitably, he was waving his index finger at Ashton Irwin. "Why are you talking to him when you were supposed to meet me at Jim's fifteen minutes ago?" Amelia laughed. So that was the name of the café. "And stop laughing Goddamnit or I swear I'll..."

"You'll do what?" Ashton spoke up. His voice cut the thick air like the razors that kissed his skin, sharp and mean. The significantly larger man walked in a closer vicinity to Ashton.

"Michael..." Amelia's voice cracked, begging him to leave Ashton alone.

"Shut up," He spat at Amelia. His intimidating red hair danced in the cool, snowy wind. He walked so close to Ashton he could smell the stench of fear on him. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he said lowly.

Ashton took a deep, shaky breath. "Ashton Irwin." he suddenly wished he acted more calm and collected under pressure. Instead, he seemed weak and cowardly. The man, Michael, chuckled. It sounded dark, devilish almost.

I knew I had to put on a brave face. I must remind you, at least in my book (and this is my book), the number one rule of life is: weakness is the enemy. And enemies were made to be fought. My face grew stone cold, angry and gleaming. If I had the chance to see myself, I'd bet you I'd be scared out of my wits.

"I suggest you turn away and forget you ever talked to my girl." Michael spoke through gritted teeth. His lips were red and cracked.

How did she even kiss him? Must have been painful.

"She's not your girl. People don't belong to people," Ashton grew brave. Maybe too brave. He gave the red haired man a little push. It may not have contained much force, but it was certainly enough to make the man lose and regain his balance, all happening within a solid second.

"You fucking bitch." Michael spat.

Punches were thrown.

Snow fell.

The men bled.

When the commotion was over, and Amelia had successfully peeled Michael off of Ashton and bid a guilty farewell, Ashton whispered, "I need a cigarette."

(a/n. I hope this isn't confusing. Italics are what Ashton wrote in his journal (his notes) and the georgia font is the first time Ashton and Amelia meet. And yep, they're gonna meet again. And yep, Mikey Clifford is the bad guy. I love Mikey him and Ash are legit my favorites and I wanted to make him a main character so yeah he's the bad guy. I'm Jessica and this is my story not Ashton's, Ash is spitting bullshit.)