How to Write an Ashton Irwin FanFic [a.i. au]

7

Fletcher; just be yourself.

Me; If im myself, then everything's going to go wrong. I can't just be myself. we'll probably end up sitting in a an awkward silence.

Fletcher; if he likes you then just starring at you would do good.

Me; but that's creepy.

Fletcher; love is creepy.

Me; that my friend is true.

Fletcher; don't have sex with him, not on the first date at least.

Me; wow, can you be anymore subtle?

Fletcher; nope(;

Me; have I told you how annoying you are?

Fletcher; plenty of times.

Me; good.

Fletcher; I'm serious though, don't have sex with him.

Me; I wont

Fletcher; then everything will go well.

Me; I hope you're right

Fletcher; I'm always right.

Me; no way, you said I was going to get knocked up the other day, & I didn't

Fletcher; I said that so you can prove me wrong a not have sex with anybody.(;

This dude is the smartest. Either he's starting to get to know me or I'm just too predictable.

...I'm too predictable.

Fletcher; what time is he supposed to even arrive?

Me; soon, ten minutes at the most.

Fletcher; cool.

Me; I'm so nervous.

Fletcher; everything will come out fine.

I hear a honk. I walk over to the window and see Noah's car parked in front of my house.

Me; dude, he's here! What do I do?

Fletcher; how about, get in the car & leave?

I sigh.

Me; right

Fletcher; you'll do fine.

I'm walking downstairs.

Fletcher; can I have your number?

My eyes widen. He chose the perfect time to ask for my number.

Me; what!? No!

Fletcher; eh, it was worth a try.

I can almost imagine him shrugging.

...if only I knew how he looks.

I open the door.

Noah stands in front of me. His beautiful blue eyes looking down at me and a smile revealing his beautifully aligned teeth. His black hair is messy, and wild, which makes him look even more stunning.

He's the perfect pretty preppy boy.

"Well look at that smile," Noah says, his eyes sparkling.

I hadn't realized I was smiling. I guess Fletcher's message had a much greater affect than I thought.

"Yeah, just excited," I say.

Noah stuffs his hands into his pockets, and together we begin to walk towards his car. The stars are sparkling, and the moon looks like big orange cheese ball. There's a breeze, and droplets on the car.