Pretty Girls Lie

Hope Lucas always thought of herself as just and ordinary girl, of course she didn't really have a reason to think otherwise. There was nothing unique about her life, not the first 18 years of it at least. Raised by a single mother, she always worked hard in school, hoping she won't have the same fate as her mother, not finishing school because of some complication, in her mother's case that complication being getting pregnant, and in Hope's, money. She has always been modest, never asked for anything expensive, or anything at all. Out of the two of them she was the one that always thought out of the box, but even with a mind that open she never thought that such a terrible loss could lead to something so magnificent, that losing someone who meant the world to you can introduce you to someone who might, as time passes, mean to you much more.

In black jeans, black t-shirt with a black bag over her shoulder and a black NY baseball cap, that was covering her light brown, almost blonde, curly hair, dark green eyes and freckles on her cheeks, she was walking trough the streets of Sydney at night. Her unique look and wardrobe made her stand out in the crowd of grumpy people not used to the rain running around trying to hide away from it. Hope walked as if she didn't even notice it started raining, she was too focused, or maybe worried. After a while of walking and people bumping into her she seemed to have made it to her destination. She was standing in front of a fancy apartment building. After a few minutes of simply staring at the building, with some obvious doubt on her face she walked in. She went into the elevator and pressed the button for the 89th floor. Just before the elevator door closed a male hand held them open, and a few seconds later a man in his mid 30s walked in.

- Can you press the 54th floor, please? - The man asked nicely, seeing as she is closer to the buttons.

- Sure. - Hope answered in a low husky voice, that suited her very much, and pressed the button.

- Did you just move here? - The man spoke again, this time making small talk.

- No, I'm just visiting someone. - She answered, stating with her tone that she isn't in the mood for small talk.

When the elevator reached her floor she slowly and unsurely walked out. It didn't take her long to stop in front of an apartment. Doubt was once again on her face as she rang the doorbell. A few moments later a young man opened the door. Tall, slim but with broad shoulders, blonde hair, blue eyes, lip piercing, the man was no stranger to the public, Luke Hemmings.

- Can I help you? - He asked in his recognizable voice.

- I'm looking for Ashton Irwin. - Hope asked, still doubting what she was doing.

- What's this about? - He asked, suspiciously looking at her.

- I'd rather tell him in person. It's...complicated. - Her expression didn't change.

After a moment of thinking he finally answered her. - Just a second. Come on in. - He didn't seem suspicious of her anymore.

Before she could even answer him he walked away leaving the door open. Doubt seems to be the theme of her day. After a few moments she walked in, still unsure in everything. After a few minutes of Hope walking towards the door and going back Luke returned with a certain friend, also no stranger to the public. How could you not recognize him, tall, curly dirty blonde hair, dark green eyes, buff, it was non other than Ashton Irwin.

Notes

I couldn't find a girl who looks exactly how I imagined Hope to look like, so just imagine that the girl whose picture I posted has certain characteristics which Hope has in the story.

Thank you so much for reading!