Teenage dirtbag/Ashton Irwin

4

"I wanted to show you something. Because I feel like I trust you..." He trailed off. No one else, apart from Alex has ever said that to me before. No one.

My eyes widened. "Really?" I said, in a soft voice. "Yeah." He replied, making eye contact.

"We here.." he mumbled, his hand reaching for mine and pulling me up. "Than-" I was cut off by a gasp, of my own.

This place was beautiful. It had a log that was just in front of a lake, and there was a little shed at the side. But the lake was breathtaking.

"Wow.." I breathed out. "Yeah. I come here all the time. To clear my head." He said to me. "Let's go and sit." He said, pulling me by my hand, which I didn't know he still had hold of. We sat down on the log, which was surprisingly comfy.

"So." Ashton started. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, referring to before. "Uh- yeah." I said, clearing my throat. "Well, it all started when my parents broke up. I was seven years old. " I said. His eyes widened, and then he nodded.

"My mom got with a... bad man. He was a child abuser, and my mother would go on like nothing was happening. Then, he started to do drugs, drinking, cheating ect. My mom finally saw a light, and she dumped his sorry ass. Then, my parents got back together. I thought it was a miracle at first, but all they do is just... ignore me." I finished.

I looked up at Ashton, who had a blank expression on his face. "The same..." Ashton said. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "The same thing happened to me..." He began. "But my parents never got back together. I don't even know where they are." He said, his voice cracking.

"Woah." I said. "Do you know what happened to them?" I asked him. "N.. no they just, left. I stay with my grandma." He said quietly. "Oh..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Were aren't that different if you think about it.." Ashton suddenly said out of nowhere. "Oh. How so?" I asked. "We've been through the same shit. And we've be- wait, show me your wrists." He said. No. I could do that! My scars! "No.." I said, trying not to burst out crying. He didn't say anything. He turned to me and lifted up his sleeves on his jacket. They were lots of scars, but they aren't as bad as mine. "See?" He said. "We've been through a lot. And now I've finally found someone who understands.." He trailed off. I just held my arms out to him, because I didn't want to see my scars. I'm so ashamed of them. He lifted up my sleeve. I braced myself for a gasp or a shout. But instead I felt his soft lips kiss everyone of my scars.

I turned to look at him, tears streaming down my face. "Oh ash!" I exclaimed, pulling him into me. He just held me while I cried.

"Look at me. I've barley known you 2 hours! Yet here we are, talking about our past..." I smiled at him. "I know." His lips curled into a smile. "Wait. Let's play twenty questions!" He said, grinning.

God he was cute.

Short chapters, yay! (Not) sorry, I want to kinda of drag the story out, instead of rush it. So yeah ❤️