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ashton and i sit together at lunch, writing sweet nothings to each other on a sheet of paper.
'hey mikey?' he asks looking up from the paper. i blush at the nickname and nod with a questioning expression.
'why don't you ever try talking? you don't have to be embarassed.'
my face falls seconds before the tears do. ashton sees the tears cascading down my face but he can't stop me from when i get up and bolt out of the cafeteria.

a/n: cliffhanger GASP

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