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MUSIC ASKS these are actually pretty fucking hard but why not, come on!

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    A song you like with a colour in the title

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    A song you like with a number in the title

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    A song that reminds you of summertime

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    A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

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    A song that needs to be played LOUD

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    A song that makes you want to dance

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    A song to drive to

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    A song about drugs or alcohol

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    A song that makes you happy

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    A song that makes you sad

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    A song that you never get tired of

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    A song from your preteen years

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    One of your favorite 80’s songs

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    A song that you would love played at your wedding

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    A song that is a cover by another artist

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    One of your favorite classical songs

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    A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

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    A song from the year that you were born

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    A song that makes you think about life

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    A song that has many meanings to you

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    A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

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    A song that moves you forward

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    A song that you think everybody should listen to

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    A song by a band you wish were still together

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    A song by an artist no longer living

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    A song that makes you want to fall in love

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    A song that breaks your heart

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    A song by an artist with a voice that you love

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    A song that you remember from your childhood

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    A song that reminds you of yourself

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but the waY HE PUSHES HIS GLASSES UP IM MELTING

CAN WE PLS GET A NERD!ASHTON IMAGINE

YES PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE THIS HAPPEN

"…and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) with Ashton Irwin…"

Your head jerks up, your heart stopping as you realize what your teacher had just said. Some of the stupider students groan, obviously jealous of your straight-A project partner, but you can’t even blush from the embarrassment of attention. Your eyes slide to the side of their own command, falling on the figure across the room.

He, as usual, has his nose stuck in his notebook, scribbling down strings of words that you could only dream of seeing. He has that cute smile on his lips, his black glasses sliding down his nose and his hair falling slightly over the lenses. You nearly slip into one of your usual daydreams of pushing that hair out of his eyes, brushing your fingertips against his cheekbones, your lips sliding against his collarbone…

Your cheeks finally catch up to the situation, flushing red, and you snap your head back to face the front, ducking your head down so your hair hangs in front of your face, playing with your sleeves. The teacher keeps listing names, but all you can think of is what to say to the cute nerd you’d been crushing on since eighth grade. 

Hello, Ashton. I guess we’re partners, huh?

Hey, Irwin! Whassup?

Hi, Ash! I’m really psyched to work on this project with you!

Bonjour, mon amour! I’m kind of in love with you!

You’re too busy worrying to hear your teacher announce for you all to meet up and start discussing the project. So, when you hear the gorgeous, familiarly sexy Aussie voice greet you with a soft, “Hello, (Y/N)!”, you nearly jump, your head shooting up and your eyes meeting his.

"H-hi!" you say, before internally cursing yourself. "I-I mean, h-hey, Ashton." You wince internally, knowing how stupid you sound, but his hazel eyes twinkle behind the glasses. Sliding down in your seat, you bite your lip, wishing you could disappear.

Unable to stand making eye contact, you simply play with your fingers as he slides into the seat next to you. “So…” he says slowly, and butterflies dance in your stomach in response. “Is it hi or hey?”

Your cheeks turn a dark red, but when you look up, he’s grinning widely, his dimples deep and stunning. It’s that same infectious grin you had been admiring for the past few years, and you can’t help but smile in response.

"Hey," you confirm, tucking your hair behind your ear and pulling out your notebook. "Now, I guess we’re supposed to be getting to know each other? To, like, interview each other?" He nods, pulling out his own notebook, a serious expression coming over his face as it always does when he focuses.

You bite your lip, sighing internally at the knowledge that you probably won’t get much work done.

—-

"Hey," Ashton says at the end of class a few days later as you were gathering your books, and you look up, surprised that he was talking to you. You had finished the final draft of your interviews the day before, and you had kind of figured that he would go back to not noticing your existence.

"I was wondering…do you, um…I mean, would you want to, um…well…go and see my band’s acoustic show tonight?”

Your heart beats faster, and your eyes widen to the size of tennis balls. Of course, you had heard a bit about his younger bandmates during the course of the project, but you hadn’t really given much thought to seeing them perform. After all, you had never seen Ashton outside of school before - it would be weird to see him anywhere besides his seat in English.

"It depends," you say slowly, and his eyebrows furrow with worry. A sly smile turns up the corners of your mouth as you push your bangs out of your eyes. "Are you guys any good?"

His head pops up, and his eyes light up in relief and amusement. “Are we any good?” he mimics haughtily. “We are punk rock, ma’am.” You laugh at the absurdity of a boy as nerdy as Ashton being ‘punk rock’, but you don’t comment. He pushes his glasses up, nervous again as he rubs the back of his neck. “So…is that a yes?”

"That is a…I’d love to," you say, smiling widely back up at him, feeling warm all over. Ashton Irwin wants to hang out with me!

Your cheeks burn under his happy hazel gaze, but he doesn’t pay any attention to it. “Great!” he chirps, clapping his large, callused hands together. “I’ll text you the location later!”

You trail after him outside of the classroom, but he turns at the last minute, looking a little afraid as he leans down and brushes his lips against your cheekbone. “It’s a date, then?”

Eyes widening, you nod, not trusting your voice as you watch him straighten, breathing a sigh of relief as he salutes you and turns around, walking quickly down the hall to his locker.

Oh my god.

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