Expect the Unexpected ON HOLD

The sun seeps through the crack in my curtains and into my room, filling it with bright rays that seem to burn even through my closed eyelids. I roll over to see the glowing red numbers of my alarm clock staring back at me telling me that it's already noon.

I slowly get out of bed and put on the nearest items of clothing I see, which happens to be a baseball tee that says "Irwin 94" on it and plain black leggings. My fingers run along my wrist, feeling the small bumps of raised skin until I come across my hair-tie, I gather up my long blonde hair and tie it haphazardly. I don't care much about my appearance most days and since it's Saturday I try extra hard to make myself look unattractive. Not really, it just ends up that way. I grab some bangles from my dressing table because I always have them on and without them, I feel naked.

It's funny how all throughout the week while struggling to stay awake during school, the only thing keeping me from ripping my own hair out was the weekend and now that it's finally here I have nothing to do.

So being the lazy ass I am, I'll probably end up stuffing my face with all sorts of unhealthy food and watch romance movies that just end up making me sad because all that sappy cute stuff is never gonna happen to me. Then once I get over wallowing in my self pity, I'll just listen to 5 Seconds Of Summer and daydream about all the possible ways we could meet and then fall in love and live happily ever after but I'll most likely go back into self pity mode after realizing that'll never happen, resulting in me eating until I can't move.

Actually that's not a bad idea.

I trudge downstairs and into the living room, noticing that my parents' cars are no longer in the driveway so they must have gone out. Even better! Now I don't have to worry about them telling me how lazy I am and that it wouldn't kill me to go outside once in a while.

I flip through our stack of DVDs and pick out three of my favorites; "10 Things I Hate About You", "A Walk to Remember", and my all time favorite; "Keith". After picking them, I go into the kitchen in search of all things sugary. The cupboards were pretty bare and all we had in the way of snacks was popcorn and half a block of cooking chocolate.

Yuck.

Sighing, I go back up to my room to grab my wallet and car keys, chucking on a random sweatshirt I found on the floor and my favorite beanie since it's quite chilly today.

I really need to clean my room but I've become so lazy ever since... Well lets just say for about a year now. It's scary how things change so quickly, looking at my room now, you'd never think I was a clean freak.

I quickly slip on my worn out converse that, believe it or not, were actually white once upon a time, and quickly hop into my car and out of the harsh wind, not bothering to lock up the house since the store is literally just down the road, I could just walk but it's cold and I'm being lazy today.

Not even five minutes later I'm parked outside of our local convenient store, gripping tightly to my beanie as I brace myself for the cold. I exit my car and fast walk towards the safety of the store. As soon as the automatic doors open, the warmth engulfs my body and I go straight to the sweets section.

Sweets and more sweets tower above me, every shelf containing all sorts of delicious treats. If I were to die right now, I'd die a happy girl because this feels like heaven. I stock up my basket with blocks of chocolate, a few packets of skittles, chips, brownies, ice-cream, donuts and of course my favorite cookies . It's not a successful movie night if it doesn't involve cookies .

I make my way up to the counter and put all my items up on the conveyor belt. The cashier lady begins scanning my items as I fish out my wallet but not before noticing the foul look she has when she looks at all my unhealthy snacks. What's it to her anyways? It's not like I'm gonna eat them all...
oh who am I kidding? Yes I probably will but she doesn't need to know that.

"$24.60," The lady grumbles, putting the last of my stuff into a bag.

I mentally roll my eyes at her rudeness, talk about bad customer service, it's only food lady just chill out, jeez. I sift through all pockets of my purse only to come up with a total of $14.

"Uh..." I awkwardly rub the back of my neck looking up to the grumpy old lady who is already glaring back at me.

"What items are you going to put back?" She huffs.

I try to hide my pout as I look at all the delicious food that I don't want to part with unless it's going down my throat. Ugh! Why is this so hard, it's only food. But it's not. It's fatty, sugary goodness made by the gods.

I can tell the lady is getting pissed with how long I'm taking to make what would be a simple decision for most people and I'm sure the man behind me is too.

"What will it be?" The lady speaks up again. Her voice is deep and gravelly almost like a mans voice.

Just as I was about to tell her to take away the chips, skittles and donuts, a hand came up from behind me, setting down the rest of the money I needed.

I turned to see who my savior was and was met with gorgeous hazel eyes sparkling back at me. I knew those eyes...

Holy shit.

Oh god it's him! One of the four boys I'd spent the past four years obsessing over; Ashton Irwin. I didn't know whether this was a dream or nightmare. Out of all the times I'd dreamt of this moment, not one of them included bumping into him looking like a complete wreck and having him pay for the rest of my junk food so I can go back home and stuff my face like the little piggy I am. Just my luck!

Okay just be cool and don't act like a complete freak! I tell myself.

"T-thank you," I stutter. Smooth.

He chuckles but doesn't get a chance to reply because the lady interrupts rudely.

"Have a nice day." She practically growls, holding my bags out for me to take.

This time I don't bother to stop myself from rolling my eyes as I snatch the bags from her. This lady was on my last nerve as it was and now she just had to ruin my one chance at speaking with Ashton Irwin. Bitch.

"Excuse me?!" The lady hisses.

Shit... Did I just say that out loud? Great, this just really isn't my day. I hear Ashton giggling behind me and look back to see him covering his mouth with his hand, trying to contain his laughter. I already know by how hot my face feels that I'm about as red as Michael Clifford's hair.

Could this get any more embarrassing? I'm just glad I took a sweatshirt with me because I think I would die of embarrassment if he knew I was wearing a shirt that said "Irwin 94" on it right now.

I shook my head and muttered "nothing" to the lady and looked back to Ashton one last time. Taking in every detail of his flawless face.

"Thanks again," I smile shyly.

"No worries love," He said, revealing the same adorable smile I have swooned over countless times, dimples and all.

I reluctantly walked away, feeling extremely giddy. Holy crap that actually happened, this is actually real life, he was actually standing right behind me! There are so many things I wish I had done now.

Like hug him or ask for a photo and autograph. I wish I had actually tried to look decent instead of looking like a homeless person. Oh my god! Ashton Irwin saw me like this; baggy clothes, messy hair, no make-up to cover my pimples not that I really wear make up anyway but for him I would have! Ugh, why must life hate me so much.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even realize I had already made it to my car. Nothing feels real right now. I just met one of my Idols and he paid for my food. I had always known that he was one of the sweetest people you could ever meet and that just proved it.

Who even says hi to strangers now a days let alone pay for their groceries? Ashton Fletcher Irwin, that's who.

Once I put my groceries in the back seat, I just sat in my car with the radio turned down so I could get my head together because right now my thoughts were rushing back and forth like a busy highway.

Should I wait and ask him for a photo? Would that be creepy? Would that annoy him since I'm sure he gets that a lot? Do I thank him again-

My thought were cut off my a tapping on my window and I jumped in surprise, causing my head to hit the roof of my car. I held onto my pounding head, groaning as I turn to see who the hell scared the shit out of me.

But one again they scared the shit out of me as my car door was already open and their face was only a few inches away from mine. My breathing hitched as I looked into familiar hazel ones once again, mesmerized by the brown speckles that bring out the forest green in his eyes.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you bleeding? Do you nee-" He questioned frantically but I cut him of.

"I-I'm okay, just a small bump." I reassured him.

My head is the least of my worries right now, I'm afraid of my heart exploding at the unnatural speed its beating at. His face softens and he holds out his hand to help me out of the car.

Tingles shoot up my arm as he takes my hand in his. I'm actually toughing him! Gosh I sound like an absolute freak but I don't even care because i'm touching this fine specimen that I have drooled over for more time than I care to admit.

"Let me see," He says quietly, turning me around.

The pads of his fingers gently feel around where I was holding and I hiss a little when he finds the spot, and moves my hair as best as he could to see what the damage was. I hear him sigh and then I'm facing him again.

"You should get ice on that as soon as possible, it's already starting to swell. I'm so sorry," He says sadly.

I feel so bad that he's feeling like this because of me. It was just an accident I know that he didn't mean it, it's not like I'm concussed or anything so it's not so bad. And that's exactly what I tell him.

"Yeah I know I just can't help but feel bad that you have a small bump because of me," He frowns.

I can't help but giggle at that. Oh god what am I? Twelve? I never giggle, I must be more nervous than I thought.

"What's so funny ?" He smiles, though he looks confused.

"Nothing it just reminded me of that Ed Sheeran song is all." I shrug, feeling a little less nervous now, though not by much.

"Oh right!" He laughs.

I find it cute how his little button-nose crinkles up when he laughs. It's suddenly silent and sort of awkward and I know I should probably say something but I don't want to say the wrong thing and embarrass myself further. He shifts uncomfortably and looks down at his feet.

"Um.. Why are you here exactly? I-I didn't- I mean did you want-" I fumble over my words miserably.

I know I'm bright red once again but thankfully he doesn't comment on it or my failed attempt to speak. He smiles small almost as if he's nervous.

"Well I uh- I actually came over here to ask if you wanted to go out with me sometime?" He practically whispers.

"Pardon?" Am I hearing this right?

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" He repeats more clearly.

Holy cheese balls! Did he actually just say that? If this is a dream or some practical joke I will honestly scream. He actually just asked me out, ME! I feel like i'm gonna faint and I know it's not because of my throbbing head. This is my dream, well pretty much every fangirl's dream, but it's happening to me. Plain old Violet that looks like an absolute wreck right now but he still asked me out regardless.

He looks worried once again and it's only when he raises an eyebrow at me that I realize it's been a while since he asked me. Now that it's actually happening, I'm not sure this is a good idea. I mean I may have worshiped him for years, but I'm still a stranger to him and really? What person in their right mind asks out a girl at a grocery store that looks like death and has almost every junk food known to mankind in her possession?

Ashton, apparently. Maybe he's just that nice of a person and he really doesn't judge like us fans says he doesn't. Fuck it, what's the worse that could happen?

"Yeah, I'd love to," I finally answer.

"Really?! Great!"

I can't help but smile back and laugh a little as he breaks out into an almost face-splitting grin.

We exchange numbers, me once again blushing as I hand him my crappy old Nokia as he hands me his flash new Iphone, and I head back home with my goodies, a headache...







And Ashton Irwin's number.

Notes

Heeeey! New story! Next chapter will be by Internet Kid, she's an amazing writer! I suggest you check out her book called "Falling for Your Eyes"

Oh and this is Violet's out fit if you were wondering: [Link]

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Bye xx ~Bella