Midnight || a.i

The clock strikes midnight on a Monday night. The owls are out hunting while everyone is lying in bed peacefully. That is except for Ashton Irwin and Iris Moon. They're up talking about their troublesome pasts and how they think the world was made. Iris was the girl that no one ever thought they could break open piece by piece. Ashton was the boy that didn't even take a second glance at her when she walked into the school building. Iris lived up to her last name. She was inexplicable, yet intriguing. Ashton was the discrete, and disparate boy. The way their minds worked was absouletley mesmerizing. Ashton and Iris were very different, but they did share one characteristic. Every night when the clock reads 12:01 A.M they both step outside to admire the vast beach they lived on with no interuptions. That is until they met.