"my dad was just the same."
molly's heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach. she watched as he had a sad smile drawn on his face.
"i'm so sorry to hear that your dad was too an asshole." she tried to lighten the mood.
he laughed then replied to her "can we not talk about him? i hate him."
she understood completely where he was coming from.
"of course we can. lets talk about something else." she smiled at him, still in a trance of his beautiful face.
"okay, well how about we ask each other questions?" he suggested in a happier tone.
"sure, you first because i can't think of any." she chuckled, hiding her face.
"okay here goes, name?"
"you know my name, ashton" she laughed.
"not your full name!" he joined her laughing.
"okay, molly rose peters. what about you?"
"ashton fletcher irwin, age?"
"19, you?"
"20, do you have a job?"
"i work in a music store down the street, have you a job mr irwin?"
"i do indeed miss peters, i work in a coffee shop, which by the way sells the best brownies ever" he laughed and the thought of the brownies made their mouths water.
an idea popped into his head. "would you like to join me for a brownie and a cup of something?"
"okay, sure. i'm freezing anyway" molly replied, thankful ashton had asked to go into somewhere with warm surroundings.
molly watched as ashton stood up and reached his hand out to hers, and pulled her small figure off the bench. he didn't let go of her petite hand and kept it in his large one as they walked down the street.
the only thing molly could say was that she was falling for ashton irwin and she wasn't one bit sorry.
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ash is a cutie:-))
ps i've good news and bad news
this story is gonna start to get happier bc i don't like all that sad stuff:-(
so thats the good news woo!!
the bad news is that this story is almost over:-((
its goes up to 1.5 and then idk if you liked it then i might do something else?:-))
also i'm not gonna rewrite it bc too much effort and also i like it being a short story
lub u
aoibh or beyoncé idk bye x
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unhappy // afi
Fanfiction"i'm not happy." she whispered, feeling ashamed that she had told him. "yeah? tell me about you then."
