Kiss .

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It has been a couple days since i met Ashton. It is finally the weekend and its Saturday, I love the weekend although its never really 'fun' in a way. I got Ashton's number, so we have been texting each other everyday, and now we are getting to know each other. He found out how my family is, and how bad my father acts. We decided to meet up again, I told him I'm going to be home alone with Britt and August for a while, but they'll be in their rooms the whole time. But I also told him how old I really was and he didn't mind, he said it was 'cute'.

A couple hours pass and there is a knock at the door. I walk down the stairs and open it up, it was Ashton which gave me butterflies seeing him there.

Ashton grinned and looked at my hair, "like the new look" he chuckled softly, i dyed my hair which is now a blondish color.

I smiled and nodded, thanking him. I moved out of the way so he could come inside more, I shut the door and locked it.

Ashton told me he was a bit hungry since he didn't eat anything yet, I found a frozen pizza in the freezer so I cooked and we sat down to eat. When Ashton had a clean plate, I still had one and a half, "are you gonna finish that?" he asked, looking at it.

I shook my head, "nah" I slid the plate towards him, assuming he was gonna eat it.

He slid the plate back and shook his head also, "please tell me you aren't like that"

I looked at the pizza, what does he mean as in 'you aren't like that'? I gave him an awkward fake smile, "I'm not" I whispered and picked up the pizza and ate the rest of the first piece. I knew I was going to regret it.

Maybe I am like that.

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Ashton and I laid on my bed, we were now playing truth or dare. "Alright, truth or dare?" he asked and I answered truth, although I was a bit nervous since I'm not into telling people deep things about me. He thought for a moment and looked at my legs, "do you use razors on your legs?" he asked with a dumb smirk on his face.

I gasped slightly and looked at him "what do you um m-mean?" I looked at him with fear in my eyes, hoping it didn't show, also hoping he didn't mean what I thought he meant, he cant know now, not ever.

"I meant do you shave your legs, I rarely find guys who do" He asked chuckling. I nodded softly, sighing in relief. "what did you think I meant?"

I looked up at him, opening my mouth to speak, but Britt and August barged in, "hope you're not making out cause here we come" Britt said walking in, August right behind. I tried to hide my face from the slight blush on my cheeks; I heard Ashton chuckle awkwardly.

"We were just playing truth or dare, wanna join us?" Ashton asked sitting up, and August gasped running to the bed.

"oh um ash n-", Before I could say something, Britt cut me off, "oh my god yes" She said sitting on the bed. I didn't want them to join cause i know what they'll dare Ashton to do and he always like choosing dare.

Britt smiled and looked at Ashton, "Ashton, truth or dare?" she said with an evil smirk on her face, she already had it planned.

"dare" Ashton nodded, and I look down shyly.

"I dare you to.. kiss Michael" She said and tried not to giggle, Ashton blushed softly, its probably from embarrassment, he doesn't want to kiss me i can tell. August covered his mouth, he was excited, I knew he was.

Ashton shrugged, "its a dare, we gotta do it" he said then looked at me, he saw that i was scared, I was looking straight foreword, feeling the anxiety kick in. "hey" he whispered, and put his index finger on my chin, turning my head so we were face to face.

We looked in each other's eyes, they were beautiful, I think I got lost in them because the next minute I realized his lips were on mine. I began to hesitate but I let him kiss me, but then I pulled away, He looked at me like he did something wrong.

I shook my head and got up, "y-you guys can play, Im gonna" I said not even to bother finishing because I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I ran out of the room to leave Ashton with Britt and August, they were all shocked and not sure what to do.

I shouldn't have kissed him.

I shouldn't have.

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