I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock, drag myself out of bed and turned it off.
As I go out to the kitchen of my tiny apartment I notice the time. 'Crap,' I thought as I threw on my skinny jeans and an arctic monkeys t-shirt and put my hair into a loose pony tail.
I run down to my car as quick as possible and speed to work, which was luckily only 2 minutes away.
As I walk through the doors the smell of cologne hits me, hard. I look over and see a tall, about seventeen year old.
He looks at me and I smile and I run to the elevator. He gets in the elevator after me, and his cologne smells amazing.
He tried to talk to me, multiple attempts actually. But I couldn't really say anything. Ever since my parents died I really had no reason to talk to anyone. No one seemed to care what I had to say. So I just stopped talking all together.
He asked a few questions about the office and the people. I only nodded, yes or no. Over and over again.
I get off the elevator, and turns out. He's on the same floor. Great.
Don't get me wrong, he's really cute. It just feels like he's a fuck boy. He looks like one too.
But I just ignored him and went into my office.
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Lost
FanfictionAn Ashton Irwin fanfic, about a girl who is lost She doesn't know what to do but with the help of 4 very special guys she finds her way.
