youngblood | a.i.

eighty three || we might be alright

Saturday, November 14th- 6:04 a.m.

By far, my favorite part of Ashton being a morning person had to be the mornings he'd wake me from a dead sleep to take me on one of his adventures.

Today was one of those mornings. I could feel his hands shaking me, slowly pulling me to. I gradually opened my eyes, not seeing any intrusive light like I was expecting. My glance fell to the curtains, thinking they were just closed, but instead I saw that there was just no light outside yet to wake me.

I rolled back to my other side, my eyes immediately falling to the huge smile across his face, even his dimples visible. "What?" I rasped to him, still half asleep compared to his wide awakeness.

"Does your head still hurt?" he quickly asked, waiting patiently for my answer.

"I'm sure it will start again if you don't tell me why you woke me up before the sun," I joked, bringing my hands to rub the sleep from my eyes.

"It's supposed to be a-"

"-surprise. I know," I rolled my eyes behind my hands, making me shake my head at him. "What are we doing?"

"You'll find out," he told me excitedly, holding out his hands to pull out of bed.

"What am I supposed to wear? You have to give me something!" I laughed at him, standing up from the bed as he held me up. He waited patiently for the black coating my vision like he always did, standing in front of me with a smile on his face when I could finally see again.

"I stopped at your house last night to find you and had to lie to your mum so I have one of your sweatshirts you can wear," he told me, leaving me confused as he ran away to find it.

"Wait, what?" I looked at him with a furrow in my brow, laughing a little at just how confusing this situation was.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you it all in a minute," he told me, throwing me one of my favorite sweatshirts that in all reality belonged to him originally.

I pulled his shirt off, throwing the sweatshirt over my head as he continued to drag me to move faster. "God damn, Ashton. Give me a second! I need pants," I laughed at him again.

"I'm sorry. You're taking too long," he apologized, throwing my spandex at me from across the room.

"Yeah, I can tell," I told him, pulling the shorts up over my legs, grabbing my phone before finally following him out of the dark room.

He pulled me behind him by our connected hands, stopping in the kitchen to grab a few things before continuing to drag me behind him. "How far are you planning on taking me?" I chuckled as he walked towards the sliding doors.

"You'd find out if you'd stay quiet long enough," he said from in front of me, sliding open the door and pulling me out behind him. He stepped to the side to shut the door, my eyes falling to what he'd set up at the end of the dock.

"Holy shit, Ashton," I swore below my breath, taking in a breath of surprise. I turned back to face him quickly, asking "do you ever sleep?"

He laughed at me, smiling at my reaction.

I looked back to the end of the dock, looking at the setup he'd made for us. Looking out at the water, he'd laid down a blanket, snacks all around, pillows and extra blankets scattered as well. As I got closer, I noticed the small things that only he would know I loved, like the strawberries in the dish and the box of candies beside them.

It wasn't a lot, but it meant more than a lot would have to me. It was still dark out and I had no clue just how long he'd spent on this, but acts of service were his way to prove his love. This was his way to tell me how much he loved me.