Ashton:
You're simply wondering around Target aimlessly, scrolling through twitter as you pick up items as you go. You see a cute boy standing in the signature red T-shirt at the registers checking you out. He winks at you, your face heats up and you look away shyly. You look back up at him and smile, seeing him grin with dimples popping out. You walk down the toiletries aisle and stop at the tampons. Mentally thinking about your supply at home you decide to grab a box. You quickly chuck the box inside your cart, always feeling awkward about buying tampons.
Your in the middle of looking through the CDs when a boy with his hair in a quiff comes up to you. (RIP the quiff) "Can I help you?" You ask politely as he nervously looks down. You laugh at his awkward behaviour, "I don't bite, I promise." He looks up at you and grins. "Um, I think that you should check these guys out if you like that kinda stuff.." He says, vaguely waving his hand to the Greenday cd you were going to buy. You look down at the cd and see 5 Seconds Of Summer printed on the front with four boys, two of which looking oddly familiar, on the cover. "This wouldn't be you by any chance would it?" You ask him, looking at the blue eyed, blonde haired boy on the cover. He turns away, "No, no, that's not me that guys awful nah I hate him." He tells you, swiftly walking away after that leaving you chuckling about him.
Soon your walking up to the registers, scrolling through your phone as you line up and wait. "Hello and welcome target my names Ashton," an Australian voice rings through your ears. You look up, surprised to find another Aussie in America. "Hey," you say putting your stuff on the register. "Hey your Aussie! Like me!" He yells, excited by the fact he's found someone else from his home country. "Yeah, I am." You chuckle (sorry guys but I don't 'giggle' so I always put chuckle I mean Ashton giggles but I don't) he starts scanning your items, flirting with you as he does. He smiles when he gets to the cd but when he gets to your tampons he freezes. "Oh, uh, mm." You mumble, embarrassed by this whole situation. He quickly scans them and then subtly wipes his fingers on his skinny jeans, as if afraid he'll catch some disease off of them. He tells you your total and smiles at you again. You hand him the cash and scurry off, totally humiliated by that awkwardness with that cute cute cute guy. Your putting the items in your car when he comes running up to you. You look over at him and smile. He leans down and presses his lips against yours, pressing something into your palm at the same time. "8:00 tomorrow text me your address".
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Guys I know this was bad and I'm not suggesting that if you see a cute guy you text him your address but I wanted to update something.
Anyways on a lighter note one word: tendersos and RIP LUKES FUCKING QUIFF
Loves ya
-sky xx⚓️⚓️
