Forever Young

"It was the first kiss and the first time I felt connected to anything."


19. Chapter 19

Eve's POV:

Ashton lays on top of me, kissing my neck, touching my body, and loving me so. I kiss him like I haven't in years, poring all of my stress, my hurt, my headaches, into him. He takes all of it and turns it into something beautiful, something new and magical.

"You have to tell me what you want, baby." He whispers against my neck, I can't help the quiet whimper escape my lips, I feel him smile against my skin.

"Evelyn." Ash uses my full name, waiting for me to answer him.

"I want you to kiss me." I say, he lifts his head and looks into my eyes.

"Where baby?" God he's torturing me.


"I'm just teasing." He grins, causing me to blush.

He undoes my jeans so I'm just in my panties, and him just in his Calvin Klein's. I love his Calvin Klein's.

He kisses his way back up to my lips. "Ready?" He asks, I don't know what he's doing but I nod.

He doesn't do what I thought he was gonna do, which is good, because I wasn't ready for that. But he didn't do what he had done before, he simply slides his hand down my stomach and into my panties. I moan out not-so-loudly because I'm afraid someone will hear me. God I don't know how he does it, makes me feel like this… He's like a god.


Ashton's POV:

She lays sprawled out on the bed beside me, her arm thrown over my chest and her leg tangled in mine. She's sleeping. It is already midnight. I guess sexual activity wears her out pretty easily. Well, at least from experience. I kiss her head and she hums in her sleep.

"Eve? Are you awake?"


I laugh. "Sleep baby." I kiss her head and close my eyes.


Eve's POV:

I wake up to a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful boy beside me, I reach over and grab my phone. I check the time. It's 9:00am on a Monday.


I check my messages.


*23 Miscalls*


*DAD: Where are you?!*


*DAD: Grace says you're not with her.*


*DAD: Answer your phone, Evelyn.*


*MICHELLE: Dad's pissed.*


*DRAKE: If anyone asks you're with me. You spent the night at my place because you were upset. Call me.*


*DAD: You gave me a heart attack. I called Drake, he said you're alright. Come home though. We need to talk.*


My heart races and falls about a thousand feet. Holy fuck. Ashton's still sleeping beside me and I don't want to wake him, so I scurry from under his grip and call Drake.




"Evelyn where the fuck are you?"

"I'm at…" I look over at Ashton who flips over in his sleep, replacing me with a pillow. "I'm at a friends house."

"Your dad called almost everyone in the tristate area looking for you."

"Is he still looking?" I forgot that without Grace, I have no one to cover for me.

"No. I told him you were with me, he was really relieved. They're on their way to my place now but they're a good hour away, so I need to pick you up, like now. Unless you want them to drive all the way out here to find out that you're not with me."

"No, no, no. I'm in that apartment building on 3rd, the one next to the Pinecone mall."

"Alright, I'm on my way. We'll figure out our story in the car."

"Okay bye."





By now I have already collected all of my things and I'm heading out of the door, I stop myself and hurry back into the bedroom. I walk over to sleep Ashton and plant a long, hard kiss on his head, he awakens.

"Where are you going?" He asks, his voice so low and husky. His morning voice.

"I have to go, Drake is coming to pick me up. I'll explain later."

Ashton props himself up on his elbows and opens his eyes.

"Wait," He says before I leave. "Kiss me bye."

I smile and walk towards his puckered lips, I kiss him long and softly.

"I love you."

He smiles. "I love you too, Eve."

On my way out something shiny in the corner of my eye catches my attention, I walk over to it as it sits on the coffee table.

*Evelyn, age 5* Is written on the front, It's not a handwriting I recognize, it must be Ashton's.


When I get outside Drake's old, busted up truck is waiting for me. I climb inside and shut the door. This car used to be his dad's, I remember because Mr. Comico used to drive me, Drake and my cousin Lily around in the back of the truck when we were younger. Just for fun. And even though they were both three years older than me, we all hung out, especially in that truck of his. We called it monster, because it was so huge.

"I can't believe you still have this thing." I run my hands along the dashboard.

"Yea, she's a beauty." Drake says, he must've just gotten her, Drake's only 17.

"Who's apartment is that?" He asks as he pulls into the highway.

"M-My friends." I stutter.

"You don't have to lie to me, I won't tell your dad." He sounds genuinely honest.

"It's Ashton's place."

"Who's Ashton?"

"My boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend has his own place?! Aren't you only like 14?"

"Yes. And?"

He stays silent.

"Well I was just saying because you're so young and-"

"I'm not that young."

"You're 14."

"Turning 15 in a month."

"Eve." He stops my arguing. I sigh and lean my head against the window. Great, just another person judging me.

"If your dad asks, you came to my place last night and crashed on the couch. Nothing happened, you just didn't want to go back home. Okay?" He sets me straight.

"Okay. Thank you." I pout.

Drake and I stay silent the whole ride there, but I am grateful that he saved my ass.

God knows Grace wouldn't have.

Well, she didn't.

Me and Drake reach his place and we go inside, his place is nice but not as nice as Ashton's . I never appreciated how clean Ash keeps his place until now, Drake's apartment is trashed. He has clothes thrown everywhere, empty beer cans and soda bottles on the couches, and what looks like a stained beanie thrown over the counter.


"Sorry about the mess." He says.

"It's alright." I lie.

My dad should be here any minute so I simply stroll his apartment until his arrival.

He has his childhood pictures in the corner on a table, he was a really cute kid. There's one with him and my cousin, about 11 years old. Which means I must've been only 8. They grew up together, Lily and him. Then when they got older dating just kind of fell into place, but he got weird and thats when he became an ass about everything.

But he says he's different now.

And I have no reason not to believe him.

"I can't believe you still have these." I pick up the one with him and Lily.

"Yea," He says quietly.

"Do you still see her?" I ask. "After my mom moved out we kind of lost touch." I add.

"Yes, I still see her. Sometimes." He says.

"So you two aren't still…"

"No, she uh, she left so…"

"Touchy subject?"

"Little bit."

The headlights in the window cause us both to straighten ourselves up, fixing our bent backs and our shrugged shoulders, prepared for anything.

*Knock Knock*

Drake opens the door and my father doesn't even bother to greet him. Dad runs up to me and wraps his arms around me.

"You scared us half to death."

"Sorry dad." He backs away and looks at me, checking for bruises or cuts or scrapes.

"I'm fine." I say.

"Good, can we go then?" Michelle says, I forgot she's still pissed with me.

Great, just another thing on my plate.

My dad walks me and Michelle out and he thanks Drake, as do I.

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