Forever Young

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


4. Chapter 4

Eve's POV:

"I'll be home by midnight, Daddy." I tell my dad. I told him that Grace wanted to take me out because of some big promotion at her job, Grace obviously agreed to go along with it and my dad obviously bought it. My dad loves Grace.


Ashton's car is so nice. He pulls up to the PAS {Performing Arts Studio} and I'm thankful he's late, because Mr. Rink kept me late and I hardly had enough time to change into my good clothes.

When he steps out of his BMW my heart races and I wish I had thrown something better on. Instead I stand fearfully in my half shirt with my cut leggings and striped shorts. My black boots are lucky, that's why I wore them tonight. My hair is down and a beanie covers the frizziness of it. I thank god for hats.

He walks up to me looking beautiful as ever as he smiles down at me warmly.

"Wow you look… Great." He finds the word, geez I didn't think he'd be so cheesy.

"Thanks, you look horrible." I hope he gets my sarcasm, not a lot of people do.

When he laughs I'm thankful and then he pretends to be offended.

"Well then I guess you can walk there," He turns on his heal and I go after him.

"No! Okay, you look good too… Just not as good as me." I playfully flip my hair and he laughs. "C'mon," He chuckles. I don't think I've ever been so comfortable with someone before, at least not with a guy before. He makes me feel safe, like I couldn't say anything wrong.

The car is nice and air conditioned. I can't remember the last time I've been in an air conditioned car, my dad's car is a piece of crap, so is Grace's.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I fiddle with the rips in my leggings.

"McDonalds." He says, his face completely serious.


"I'm joking." He winks. Oh,

"I knew that." I say, sounding not so convincing.

"No you didn't." He smiles.

After a second in silence he turns on his stereo, the bass of a guitar fills the surround sound speakers and then the drums hit. The drummer's skills are impressive, the way it picks up and puts down. It's very appealing. The singer starts and his voice is scratchy, in a really good, unique kind of way. Where it's almost not perfect. I love this kind of music.

"They're good," I say, Ashton looks at me and smiles, then turns his vision back to the road.

"You think?" His Australian accent is so strong.


"What about the drums?" He asks.

"My favorite," I say, admiring his interest in my taste. He laughs.

"What?" I ask,

"The drummer is actually really sexy,"

"Sexy?" I ask between fits of laughter.

"Yup," He smiles proudly. Oh, this is his band isn't it, I should've known.

"You're really good…" I say shyly.

"Thank you," His cheeks heat.


The place is cold. The way Ashton waltz's into the club is mesmerizing, like he belongs here. Ashton seems like he belongs everywhere, though. The lighting is dim and the sound of rock music fills the air. Ashton's strong hand is on my hip as he leads me through the club, but I don't like it. Not that I don't like him touching me, I just don't like standing in front of someone. A force of habit of mine I have yet to shake. Without thinking, I remove his hand from my hip and tangle my fingers within his, slowly my feet down so I stand directly behind him. I like standing behind him, he's tall and he covers me well.

"You okay?" He asks looking down at me. I nod as he leads me to the bar.

"Want a drink?" He asks me, I shake my head. I forgot he still thinks I'm 19…

I'm thankful I dressed the way I did, if I had gone with my other, floral dress, I would've looked way too girly. My punk outfit represents myself well. My punk date represents myself even better.


Ashton's POV:

The way she walks is just so care-free. Her skintight, black leggings cling to her lower half and her 'No Smoking' half-shirt matches her shoes. I noticed tonight that she has seven earrings, three in one ear, four in the other. All aline and all shiny. They make her look like a total badass, but her personality says otherwise. From my experience, she actually seems quite shy. She doesn't like walking in front of me, she prefers me to cover her, almost like a soldier, or a knight would when escorting a princess. She's almost like a princess.

"I like this song," She hums to herself, I can't help but smile. Their playing '1985' by Bowling For Soup. One of my favorites.

"Here," I say, gesturing for her to sit next to me at the bar. We each have our own separate bar stool as we listen to the music filling the room, waiting for the band to come on. My barstool seems like a normal size but with Eve, her feet dangle underneath as she swings them like a child. Hm, she almost looks like she's still in grade school.

Sometimes I think she's keeping something from me, almost like, she's afraid I'll find out she failed kindergarten three times or, she's actually a secret agent spy from the CIA, or maybe she's a ghost. Actually, her being a ghost doesn't seem too crazy, she is too good to be true.

"Is this Bowling for Soup?" She asks, I nod.

"I didn't know you knew Bowling for Soup,"

"Are you kidding? I grew up on these guys. My mom used to play me records all of the time." 

"Records?" I throw my head back laughing.

"Yea, Ha-ha." She says but smiles, her smile glows beneath the dim light.

"My mom lived ten years into the past and kept everything." She talks over the music.

"Does she still have everything?" Her eyes look up and lock with mine. She gulps.

"Ya." She says, quick and short. I choose not to say anything.

About like thirty seconds go by and Eve starts giggling at herself.

"What?" I ask, she keeps laughing.

"I just would've never-a-thought, that I'd be here, on a date, with a complete stranger, in a place like this." She smiles and stares down at her fingers.

"Ouch. Complete stranger?" I ask.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I hardly know you."

She's right I suppose, although maybe it's just different for me. I feel like I've known her a lifetime already.


"Okay what?"

"Okay, ask me a question…" I say, facing towards her.

"What kind of question?"

"Any kind, about anything. And I promise I'll answer truthfully."


Eve's POV:

Oh, this could be fun.

I go along with another one of Ashton's games and he says the place was getting crowded, and he didn't like crowds; fact 1.

Fact 2 was that he hating parking far, because he hated walking, because he was lazy. I laughed.

"Okay, date of birth?" I ask as we pull out of the club parking lot.

"Really? That's so boring."

"Ugh, okay fine… Um… Favorite color?"

"Laaammmeeee." He says, I laugh.

"Well I don't have any other ones," I say between chuckles.

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna ask you now," Oh god.

"Weirdest food you've ever eaten?" He asks, few.

I tell Ashton about the time my sister switched the vanilla pudding in the fridge to mayonnaise, in which I took a whole big scoop and got sick from it.

"Okay, umm…." He says.

"No no, it's my turn now." I smile.

"I thought you didn't have any good questions?"

"I do now," He turns his head towards me and smiles, then turns his attention back to the road.

"Favorite book?" I ask, Ashton laughs but doesn't say anything. He thinks it's a lame question, I know he does. But I can't think of a good one, so he just answers.

"The Great Gatsby is good." He says, I agree.

I ask a few more boring questions and Ashton answers honestly, I forgot to ask him where he's taking me. I hope he isn't taking me home or anything, I don't want this date-thing to end.

Ashton pulls into an apartment complex, the windows are small and the building is a yellow-tanish color. He parks and walks around to get my door, which I wasn't expecting but I let him anyways.

"Okay, most annoying friend?" Ashton asks, grinning, as we walk towards a door. He's thinking about Grace, I know he is. But Grace isn't annoying, she's just, wild.

"My friend Mikey, in the second grade. He always took my juice." I say, staring at my shoes as he unlocks apartment 133. He holds the door open for me and let's me walk in and explore. It's small, I'll be honest, but I didn't expect a huge mansion sized apartment or anything. I actually didn't expect an apartment at all.

There is a small, brown couch in the middle of the room facing the smaller sized television in the corner, there is a room divider on the right that leads to the kitchen. In the kitchen, theres an island, a stove, an oven, and a microwave. The refrigerator is white and short, maybe a little bit taller than me, but much shorter than Ashton.

"Want a beer?" He asks from the kitchen as I continue to rome.

"Where do you sleep?" I ask, his question simply slipping my mind.

"In the bedroom," He points with his beer around the corner. Ah,

Ashton joins me in the living room and sits down on the rusty couch, the springs cling when he sits. He gestures for me to sit down next to him and hands me a beer. Shit, I forgot to say no.

"Okay," He takes a sip, leaning his back against the couch and crossing his legs. "Worst thing you've ever done. Like, ever." He asks.


"Lied about brushing my teeth." I say while his lips are on the bottle, he nearly spits out his beer laughing at me.

"Seriously? Thats the all time, worst thing you've ever done." He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Yea, so far." I say,

"Wow." He mouths.

"Okay," I start.

"Most girls you've ever…" I loose the words

"Banged?" He asks. Fuck, no, no, not banged, no.

"I was gonna say kissed, but um…" I forgot this dude thinks I'm 19, 19 year olds say 'bang' right?

"Kissed? Oh god, um…" I can tell he's probably counting up to 20 already in his head.

"You know what, never mind. I'll think of a better one." I say, he locks eyes with me but doesn't say anything.

"Most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" I ask, I need him to seem less intimidating. This questions should work.

Ashton and I laugh about him being locked in a grocery store with just his underwear on, he was forced to walk home almost naked in less than 10 degree weather. He claims it was a had-to-be-there moment, even though I couldn't stop laughing.

"Okay," He readjusts himself, so now we're both facing one another. His beer is on the floor, next to my completely full one.

"This is gonna be the hardest question." He prepares me, what? A school question? Like a math, or english question?

"Ready?" He asks, I nod. His beautiful face is so close, I could almost bump his nose with mine. But I don't.

"Farthest you've ever gone with a guy," His voice becomes lower, deeper, sexier. Fuck.

"Farthest?" I gulp.

"Told you it was hard." He smirks, it sounds like he's whispering to me. Only to me. 

"I… I um…" I feel the lump in my through slide downward and into my core.

Ashton is getting closer, I know he is, every minute, every second, he's slowly been inching his lips closer to mine.

"Farthest." He breathes.

"Farthest." I copy.

Honestly Ashton? The farthest I've ever gone was with you, when you stuck your tongue down my throat. For no good reason. And I had just met you. At a club. That I wasn't suppose to be at. Because I'm 14. Shit, I'm 14.

Before I can stop him, Ashton's lips are on mine, waiting for me to respond, waiting for me to oblige, as his hands slither down to my waist. Everywhere he touches feels safe, it feels like nothing can hurt me.


"Ash-" I try to say his name, needing him to stop, but wanting him not to.


Ashton pulls away and looks at both of my eyes.

"I can't do this," I whisper.

"Why not?" Cause I'm only fourteen and you're really hot and if I stay another second longer my panties will fly off.

"I don't know." I decide to say.

"Please Eve, just." He cups my face and kisses me again.


He wants me to stay. Hm… Stay. The word is so tempting. But I can't, not tonight at least.

"Ashton, my dad." I blurt out.

"Your dad?" He asks.

I look at his eyes, they're wide, bright, and beautiful. I want to stay, I do but, not now. Not tonight.

"Can you drive me home?" I ask, he doesn't say anything. He nods without breaking eye contact.

"Alright," He says softly, probably doubting himself in his head. I can't imagine any girl telling him no, ever. He's the whole package.


"Turn left?" Ashton asks in the car, I nod. The ride was quiet, but not awkward. Ashton played some music that I assumed was his band, but I was too shy to ask.

Ashton pulls into our neighborhood and I start hating myself for cutting the night short.

"Can you um-" I start but don't finish. I want to ask him if he can park farther away, like around the corner and up the street. But then he would know something was up.

"Do you live with Britt?" He asked, I nod.

"Is Scott your brother too?"


"Yea, Britt's brother, he's like 45 or something…" Oh. My dad, right.

"Um, no. Britt's my half sister."

"Ah," Ashton says.

"So the three of you live in a house together?" He asks, okay really? Quit asking questions please.

"No, we just visit him and his kids a lot. It's a complicated family." And a fake one at that. My subconscious snarls.

Ashton stays quiet for the last second and parks by my house. My dad's car isn't in the driveway but Britt's is.

"Thanks, for um, for tonight." I say when we reach the door, Ashton's so much taller than me. His height stretches over my head as I struggle to look up at him. I wish I was his height, so I could look directly into his eyes like he can mine.

"No problem, I had fun." He smiled.

"Sorry I ended it short," I say before I realize I've said it. Shit, I shouldn't have said that. Way to go, Eve. Nice one.

"No no, it's fine… Um…" He looks over his shoulder, then locks eyes with me and takes a step forward.

"One last question," He says, I tilt my head up so I can see his face in the dim light.

He tilts his head to one side. "Can I kiss you?" He asks as he places a strand of hair behind my ear.

I bite my lip. "Yes." I say, my voice less shaky and more smooth. He smiles before leaning in, his lips inches away from mine as his hand rests on my cheek.

"Okay cool, see ya later." He suddenly whips himself away from me and starts walking towards his car.

"Ashton!" I say, he turns around with the biggest grin on his face.

"Oh, did you think-" He gestures between me and him. "I was gonna like, kiss you or something?" He asks, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Yea, ha-ha, very funny Ash..." I laugh, his eyes turn bright as he closes the gap between us.

"What'd you call me?" He asks, my cheeks heat as he stands inches away from me, my back to the front door and his to the cars. I'm standing on a step so I'm some-what his height, but he's still taller than me.

"Nothing," I say.

"You called me Ash," He grins.

"No I didn't," I protest.

He just smiles at me and brushes his thumb down my cheek line, causing goosebumps to rise through skin. "I like it," He smiles, looking at my eyes. His are so bright, so beautiful. He leans into me and places his lips onto mine. Damn, I forgot how well he can kiss. I move my lips in sync with his while his fingertips don't move from under my chin, I place my arms around his neck and stretch up on my toes, wanting to get more height. He kisses like a god.

"What the hell?!" A bitterness shriek startles me, when I turn around I see Britt standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and toe tapping.

"Inside. Now!" She commands me.

"No, Britt, it's not like that I just-"

"I said inside!" She raises her voice, I look back at Ashton with a sympathetic look, he stands wide-eyed and confused.

Once I get inside I'm assuming Britt is going to come in with me just to yell at me, but she doesn't. She walks outside with Ashton, I over hear some of their conversation as I sit on the living room floor, cross legged and pissed off.

"What the fuck, Ash?!" She starts.

"What do you mean? What did I do?"

"What did you do?! You sucked face with Eve! That's what you did!"

"Yea! So what if I did! What's it to you anyways,"

"That's my niece, you dick!!" It's silent for a moment.

"Niece?" Ashton's voice is soft, quiet, you can't hear his accent as much as you would when he was talking normal.

"Yes, Ashton. Niece. Look, just cause your brother was an asshole, doesn't mean you need to be. You're a good kid so don't-"

"Niece? But- but she's 19." His voice is still so low.

"19? Is that what she told you?!" She asks, well fuck, I'm gonna get it tonight.

"Y-Yes. She said she was 19, a-and you were her sister…" He says.

"She's fourteen you fuck tard," Britt hisses, it's silent and I don't think I want to hear anymore. I walk to my room with my head down and my arms clung around my torso. I get to my room and sit on my bed. My room is small, when we moved, Michelle pitched a fit over having the bigger room, and I honestly didn't care, so I let her have it. It's not like dad would say no to her anyways. My room consists of a twin sized bed, a small dresser in the corner, a television not much bigger than a computer screen, and about a billion band posters on my walls. Van Halen, Rolling Stones, AC/DC, Aerosmith and Bowling For Soup. Ashton likes Bowling For Soup…

I curl up on my bed with my knees hugged against my chest and my back pressed hard on the bed frame, and I don't realize until now but my cheeks are wet. I guess I cried. Just knowing that this, whatever we were, whatever this was, was over made me want to curl up so small that I'd just disappear into thin air. But that's not possible, so I suppose this will have to do for now.

"Eve," There is a soft knock on my door, I don't turn my head, instead I stare out the small window of my bedroom.

"Why'd you lie, Eve?" Britt's never talked so softly before, so sober. I feel the bed shift and turn my head, Britt sits wide eyed, beautiful as ever, and staring into my eyes.

"I don't know," I sniffle and wipe my nose with the back of my hand.

"He's no good for you, Eve. Trust me, I know. I dating his brother." She tries to laugh but fails, and I don't even put in the enthusiasm to chuckle at her poorly made joke.

"He is good for me." I say, she shakes her head.

"You're too young, Eve. He's 19. I could be wrong but I think it's illegal." She says. You are wrong you half witted twit. It's only illegal to sleep with a minor, not kiss or date. God.

"But Britt," I try to get some sympathy. "He's so smart, and funny, and he's so nice. He said I had a beautiful name and he said I looked great tonight, he's always staring at me and he's so beautiful. He's good, Britt. I know he is." I unravel myself and sit criss crossed with Britt.

She rolls her eyes at me. "They're all 'good'. But don't you want a boy your age? Someone who wasn't already in grade school during 9/11?" She asks.

"But maybe that's it, I don't want a guy my age. I've never liked guys my age, their stupid and immature and head-achingly douchey." 

"I just don't want you to get hurt." She says, I roll my eyes.

"I won't." I say. "I'm a big girl now, Britt. If I get hurt, which I doubt will happen, then that's on me. I made this decision, not you."

"Fine." She says with an attitude. "But listen to me, he's 19, turning 20. And he's going to be expecting things from you that you won't be ready to give him, so just, don't do anything you'll regret." And by that she means; Don't do Ashton, cause you'll regret it.

I just nod. A moment of silence passes by until I speak softly.

"Are you going to tell dad?" I ask. Her big brown eyes look up at me.

"No," She says, I exhale. "Thanks," I say.

"Yea, but you listen to me, I'll cover you, and help you sneak out and stuff, but you know if Michelle finds out, you're screwed." She explains.

"I know," I say, Britt pats my leg and gets up to leave. "Britt?"

"Yea?" She stares back at me, waiting for me to speak.

"I really do like him…" I say.

"I'm sure you do, Eve." She says sarcastically before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

I'm glad I can still see Ashton now, I'm glad Britt is cool with it. Sort of.

But what if he doesn't wanna see me? Now that he knows I lied, and now that he knows I'm really 14…

Well fuck.

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