elevator : afi

sixteen

All I wanted was to be in my own apartment right now, probably texting away at my best friends or studying. And after that, I'd watch some American Horror Story on Netflix, but no.

I'm stuck in a bloody elevator with Ashton Irwin.

The thing is, I don't call him Ashton. I probably won't ever call him Ashton, I guess calling him by his full name has stuck to me. Or, maybe sometimes, I'd call him Irwin.

And if I knew his middle name, I'd love to call him by it.

What is his middle name anyways?

"Fletcher." I suddenly heard Ashton grumble. "I'm Ashton Fletcher Irwin."

I looked at him with wide eyes.

"I mean, you did ask me right?" He shrugged.

"I did?" I asked aloud.

"Um...yeah? you... just did?" He said slowly, staring at me like a unicorn with two heads.

"Oh." I mumble. "Well, Ashton Fletcher Irwin."

"Oh, hell no." He groaned, realizing what he had just done. "Side note, I fucking hate my middle name so don't say it. Ever."

I just snickered at him, beginning to find advances in getting trapped with the number one person I hate.

I'd be able to annoy him, find things out about him, tell him whatever I wanted and he couldn't do anything about it.

"You're gonna make this awful aren't you." He groaned.

"Yup."

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double update whoooo

btw chapters will kinda be this short and stuff from now on k?