Lake House - Ashton Irwin
Based on ‘Lake House’ by nothing,nowhere (feat. Mikey the Magician)
Word Count - 1,209
In theory, they had the same life. They grew up next door to each other, they had the same childhoods, the same passion for music; they were walking hand in hand. The only difference is that when she was discovered she went to New York, he, on the other hand, went to LA. They split with each other after 18 years inseparable, and now they’ve been mirroring each other, never in the same country for longer than a day. They miss each other, obviously, and when they left they planned on keeping up a tradition. Every year their families would meet, 60 miles out of state, at a lake house - run-down, rickety, falling apart but it was a getaway, and that’s all it needed to be. The first year they left, schedules conflicted, the next, she had an award show, the third, he was “going through some shit”, and ever since, they’ve not bothered.
Now they’re both 23 years old, they’ve not seen each other in 5 years and they rarely even get the chance to talk out of a public forum. For her, the half decade has been nothing short of a rollercoaster, events lined up for months in advance, stress piling up all leading up to this last year where the largest up lead to the sharpest down; her mother passed away. For him, it’s been a different ride, the only method he had to cope with his stress was to put it simply, drugs, whatever he could get his hands on, he was all over the tabloids, then he hit rock bottom.
Now life is in a lull, she’s in mourning and he’s not long through rehab. They don’t know what to do with themselves.
She wakes up one morning to her phone ringing, buzzing unstoppably on her side table. She rolled over and groaned holding the phone to her ear.
“Hello,” she sighed.
Her manager on the other end let out a loud groan, “[Y/N], finally, I’ve been trying you all morning”
“Why? What’s so urgent?” she mutters.
“We’ve been getting calls all through the night, management over at Ernest been asking if it’s okay to get your number for one of their clients, told them I’d check”
“Who’s asking?” [Y/N] sits up rubbing her eyes.
“Irwin, Ashton Irwin,” the manager reads and she sits bolt upright. “Says he used to know you”
“What’s so, um.. why does he..” she stutters.
“Personal matters is all we were told”
There’s a long enough silence to cause worry.
“You there, [Y/N]?”
Hearing her name she hums briefly.
“Can we give him your number?”
“Uh, yeah.. sure”
From there she can’t go back to sleep, so instead, she does as she was told to do, by every counselor she’s spoken to. She gets up and tries to carry on has normal, only now she has the innate worry of having her phone by her side. It’s not that morning, or that afternoon that she gets a call but close to midnight, 11:43 pm to be precise. The unknown number flashes on her screen, she’s quick to pick up the phone but not to accept the call, finally, she does and shakily she holds the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” a croaked voice comes from the other side.
“Hello,” she simply replies coughing a little.
“[Y/N],” he sighs, the sound of him saying her name familiar but masked by the recent years of wear and tear. “It’s so good to hear your voice, h-how’ve you been?”
Truth be told she’s been better but unable to show weakness she grins and says, “Great yeah, I’m doing… good”
“I heard about your mother,” he’s quick to say, “I’m so sorry”
“Don’t be, times passed, I’m fine now,” she lies.
There’s a period of dead air over the line, and just like that, she knows he knows she’s lying.
“Anyway, how are you?” she quickly changes the talking point.
“I’m good, I’m better,” he replies.
“Is there something I can do for you or did you just want a catch-up?” she giggles.
“Yeah, I wanted to know if you were busy in the next month, specifically in two weeks time?”
“I don’t have any plans, why?” she answers.
“I want you to meet me at the lake house,” he states.
Just at those words she feels a tear in her eye, “W-what lake hou-?”
He cuts you short, “You know exactly the one I’m talking about”
“Why?” she lets out an audible sniff.
“Why not? We’ve got 5 years to catch up on”
With an agreement on the table the two arrange it, though she’s still apprehensive, old memories will be drudged up, she worries it’ll be too much to handle. She considers calling it off at the last minute but no, she pushes on and come two weeks later she’s stood on the front porch of the old lakehouse.
It’s smaller than she can remember but still so humble, so full of innocence, and still falling apart. The white paint is still peeling the birds nests are now all over the roof, mostly unoccupied and the stairs seem unfit to hold someone’s weight. She tries the door but it’s locked, she knows where the key is kept but since she knows Ashton isn’t there yet she sets her bag to the left of the door and sits on the top step.
Ashton is late, though when is he not, and when [Y/N] finally hears a cough from the bottom of the stairs she quickly looks up to see the raggedy boy she knew 5 years ago. Faster than hear feet could comprehend she rushes down the stairs and pounces on him, hugging him tight as silent tears spill down her cheeks; she’s never been happier to see someone in all her life.
Most of the day they roam around, not speaking too much but enjoying the familiar company, occasionally they catch each other staring at one another taking in the changes in their faces. Then they make their way down to the lake at night.
“They all say they miss the old me,” Ashton blurts out. “I know I ruined everything over the last year or two and that the old me is dead because of it, but I can’t help what fame made me”
“No one even knows what I’m doing now,” she replies. “I disappeared after all that happened, it worked well for me”
“I missed you, sounds odd but almost every day something made me think of you,” he admits.
“I wish I could say the same”
A hurt smile creeps on his face.
“No, that came out different to how I meant, I just… I blocked everything from before my mother died, it’s hard to look back,” she says quieter.
“I get it,” he chuckles. “Still, I thought you’d have changed, but you’re the same person you always were”
She smiles and leans into him, looking out across the lake as the sun sets. That night the two revert back to how they were, eating junk food they brought with them, rediscovering the nooks and crannies hidden within the house and then curling up on the sofa together; the happiest they’ve been in a long time.
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