Ashton Irwin has friends
correction: one friend. One friend with red hair sitting right beside him at the table and he's attractive and frightenly familiar.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" I ask the intruder quietly. Ash does not look up.
"Well hello there. I like your hair." The boy says, regarding my newly maroon hair color.
"It matches yours." I say dumbly.
"This is true." he puts out a hand for me to shake. "Michael Clifford."
Oh. "Now I remember you! you're from that band that plays at the Vixen Tavern, seventh avenue, is it?"
"You know my band?" he asks, clearly excited.
"Yeah! Eva and I go see you guys and that other group, Stalked by Secret every Saturday."
"Sweet! What's your favorite set-"
"She doesn't care, Clifford." Ashton finally speaks up, crisply snapping off his glasses and not making eye contact
"This is my friend, Ashton Irw-"
"Irwin. I know." I say. "Your friend's an asshole."
And Michael Clifford laughs.
AN:/ like for Mikey ignore for satan
also this was all done on my ipod because my mom stalks my computer lolololol help meE
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cold coffee➳irwin
Fanfiction"you're a terrible person, ashton irwin." "I know baby, I know." where the boy with the gold curls makes ivy feel like waking up again. ••Contains adult content, please read at your own risk.••
