Ashton; Beautiful Name

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You sat down on your bed with one of your bandmates, Estelle. She was getting a lot of pressure from her parents about her upcoming exams and you were trying to comfort her, telling her that she would do really well in the tests, she always did.

You gave her a hug, explaining to her that her parents just want her to do well because they knew she could.

"Come on, Estelle. Let's go and do some guitar in the garage, that always makes you feel better." You grab her hand and pull her off the bed and down the stairs.

"B-but Camille, what about studying? M-m-my parents will kill me if they come back and I'm not there." She digs in her heels but you keep dragging her, knowing it's better for her than studying at the moment.

"Look, it will be my fault if they do and I'll tell them that. You brought your guitar with you anyway and deep down you really want to play, right?" You see her eyes soften, agreeing with you. You both run down the remainder of the stairs and outside, towards the garage where your band, Wishing For A Miracle, rehearsed.

You put a hand on the door and feel vibrations through it. Small ones, yeah, but definitely vibrations. You turn round and look at Estelle, kinda freaked out by it.

"Someone's in there," You mouth. Her eyes widen in realisation and she puts an ear to the door, flinching every so often as though she can hear, and feel, something.

You hold your arm out to Estelle and mouth,"Pinch me," She does so. You can feel it and you regret it immediately. That girl has a hard pinch!

You put a hand on the door handle, exhaling slowly. You push it and stumble slightly through the door.

"Woah." You speak your thoughts; well, you're only thought.

In front of you was a boy. Well, man. Boys don't have arms like that.

His arms were...REALLY muscly. Like, this guy worked out. He was wearing an old band t-shirt, the writing obscured by the way he was sitting, and still playing, at the drum set. You could see his bare knees, showing through rips in his black, skin-tight jeans. In his hair...well, his hair was PERFECT. Long, messy curls which bounced around when he played, they drew you in instantly, making you sure he was way out of your league. Like, completely. He hadn't stopped playing yet, so either he hadn't noticed or he was showing off. He was so GORGEOUS though. It was these guys that you seemed to hate yet love; they would play you and mistreat you and cheat on you but everyone always came running back. Why?? Because they were hot.

"Oi!" Estelle shouts at him and you mouth at her to shut up. It was really rude to interrupt someone when they were doing something. Although, you weren't sure where your voice had gone; normally, discovering a stranger playing on your friend's drum kit would be terrible and you would've kicked them out by now.

"Have you finished your little piece yet? Because as far as I know, Camille doesn't know you and neither do I, so I don't know what the hell you're doing here." The guy stood up, revealing that he was really tall. Estelle gulped quietly. Well, as quiet as she could make it.

"Um...hi, sorry about my friend here, she's uh, just about to go, aren't you? Yeah, go on Estelle, um, you know where the door is." You pushed your friend in the small of the back, towards the open air. She protested but you just carried on pushing, smiling a little at the man behind you. You closed the garage door, mumbling about it being cold.

"You're name's Camille?" He finally speaks and his Australian-accented voice gives you goosebumps.

"Um, yeah, French speaking parents...well, mum. My dad's English though, so he speaks English to me, I'm bilingual, French-English, yeah, my name's alright, you were really good by the way, um-"

"I think it's a beautiful name. To go with a beautiful girl." He smirks at you, curving his beautiful lips into a lopsided line. You smile at the ground, suddenly really interested in your feet.

"How am I beautiful?" You gather up the courage to look back into his hazel eyes again.

"You have long, silky hair, and your eyes...I know I've only just met you but I could gaze into them for days, I swear. You're really tall...you could practically be a model! And from what I've seen, you seem like a cool person; like, personality and stuff. So, um, yeah." You see him blush a little and realise what just happened; he called you beautiful yet you don't know his name.

"What-what's your name?"

"Oh, mine? Yeah, it's Ashton. But I'm fine with Ash'." He goes and sits down at the drum kit again, picking up some sticks.

"You can call me Cam'. But...you seem fine but...well, you're in my house and I've never met you before."

"Well, I'm new in this town. My Mum said to go for a walk, you know, all that making friends shiz. I was walking past this house and I saw the stickers on the garage door; they're all my favourite bands! I...I'm sorry for surprising you, I just had to check it out. Look, you can search my bag, pockets, I swear I haven't taken anything." He puts his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and turns them out for you to see.

You decide to ignore this gesture and ask him: "So, you play drums, Ash?" You drag up a chair and sit next to him on the drum kit where you have so often before.

"Yeah, I started when I was seven. I'm in a band actually." He smiles.

"Hey, I am too! We should all meet up at some point! It would be good to hear another band, there has never really been anything around here. But if you are going to come round here, I'll need some way of contacting you." You smirk and hold out your hand. You give Ashton a pen. He scribbles some numbers on the back of your hand, smiling.

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