From That Moment || a.i.

3. From A Defferent Perspective

3. From A Different Perspective

Ashton's POV

I almost wish Michael wouldn't have pulled me into the house so I could get one more glance at the girl I have been longing to see since I left for the states.

When I left, I thought of her as the best friend I've ever had. She was a piece of me, she made me who I was. I never thought I would be returning, I figured I would just live my life in the states. But when the opportunity came for me to be able move back to Australia, I couldn't refuse. My whole life was there, my memories, my friends, my family. As I had passed her house all I could think was about how much I'd missed her, and how we could be the best of friends again. I didn't think about how awkward it would have become, or how she might be able to see right through me.

Yet somehow I ended up knocking on her door with the other 3 idiots that I dragged with me everywhere.

The moment I saw her face, I knew I had made the right choice. Time had done her good, she was absolutely beautiful. I had no longer wanted to just be best friends with her, I wanted more. I wanted to hold that special place in her heart again, I wanted her to know how much I've missed her. I wanted her to know that not a day went by that I didn't think about where she was, or how she was doing.

It kills me that I couldn't tell her the real reason I left for the states. The day I left was the day I felt like I'd made the biggest mistake of my life. But the real reason would just tear her apart. I couldn't do that to someone who was nothing but honest with me.

Seeing her face after she opened the door today gave me hope, hope for what we had to come back. Even as we sat in her living room in silence I could tell what was running through her mind. She was confused. Her eyebrows furrowed when she was thinking and the tiny dimples that would and still appear on her forehead could tell me that the gears were spinning.

When I saw her face in the window I knew that it wasn't just an opportunity that brought me back here, or an old friend that I wanted to see again, it was fate.

"Mate?"

I feel a hard punch on my right shoulder, and I raise my head from my hands to see who the culprit is.

The tall blonde that I know as Luke was sitting on my bed next to me, his face grew away from concern and into relief.

"Gee, you scared me there."

I lifted my elbows off my knees and rubbed my eyes. I felt tired and stressed out, but yet I felt a strange presence of comfort being back in my old house.

I looked around the empty bedroom where I last remember all the guys had been. Now they where nowhere to be seen.

"Wheres Mikey and Cal?"

Luke gets up and grabs a big cardboard box filled with old pictures of me, "They left when they started getting concerned about you."

He placed a picture of my family and I on top of a shelf that had just been put up, "What was that all about?"

Luke gestures for me to get up and start helping him, I do as I'm told as I think of a way to say what I was thinking just minutes ago.

"She was my best friend mate, yet I feel like I don't know how to be that boy she knew 3 years ago. I don't want her to be disappointed when it's not like it used to be."

I grab a picture out of the box and glance at it for a second, recognizing that long blonde hair and blue eyes the instant I see it.

It was me and Mace sitting on her old swing set when we were 10. We were side by side on the swings, smiling like nothing could tear us apart.