Our Beating Hearts

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FROM: ashtonirwin@gmail.com
TO: Michaelclifford@gmail.com
DATE: Sep 21 at 1:34 AM
SUBJECT: Re: You were born!!!

Okay, I can't even tell you how much I love the fact that you sent me an actual birthday email.

In Garamond. That's like peak Michael. If you ever change, I swear to God I'll kill you.

But the birthday was good! Calum's such a fucking asshole. I woke up with my hands tied up the headboard. He made me breakfast in bed, and by breakfast, I mean cookies, and by made I mean wore a cargo jacket with cookie-sized pockets to the dining hall. And fed me it. And, make no mistake, we live five minutes from a cookie delivery bakery (let that sink in. Cookie. Delivery. Bakery). But of course, some sacrifices are necessary, especially when a person and his boyfriend are saving every dollar for the April New York trip that is DEFINITELY HAPPENING. So tell your cousin to clear out some Calum and Ashton-sized floor space in his house.

So I'm ignoring your first question because I know you don't actually want to know about Intro to Sociology (it fucking rules, though, just FYI). I'm not ignoring your second question, but I've been sitting here staring at Calum's laptop screen for ten minutes trying to find the exact words to explain what it's like, and apparently those words don't exist, so. Yeah. It's good. Like, really, really good.

He's just Calum. You know? Like today. It was one of those perfect sunny days, so we just spread a blanket out on the North Campus quad and he was reading a book to me while I showed him panties I like online.

And yes I did talk to Jennifer, but he did NOT mention the Gigi development! Are you serious?

God, I think she's going to wake up one day and discover she's married to her. She'll make it happen.

But good for her, I guess? I mean, good for . . . them? Not going to lie, I'm a little freaked out that

I'm dating someone who was dating someone who is dating Gigi Hadid.

Yikes.

Okay, but Niall and Zayn-WHAT? Luke needs to get us all the details (hi, Luke). Are you still heading up to New York this weekend? You better text me lots of pictures. I love you a lot, Michael Clifford. You know that, right?

Love,

Ash (your platonic soul mate forever and ever and ever) (and I don't care if I'm being corny right now, because corny is the new me, I'm turning into my mom, YEAH I SAID IT) (I love you)