vanish {afi}

fourteen

ashton's pov:

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we had been walking for twenty minutes and my hand was really sweaty. we hadn't stopped holding hands while we walked.

"your hand is all sweaty," i giggled as i pulled my hand away and wiped it on my jeans.

"your hand is sweaty. not mine," she defended her hand.

"i'm pretty sure it's yours."

"it's yours."

"no."

"yes."

"i'm positive it's yours."

"you're a jerk," she laughed and elbowed me playfully.

"so you're admitting your hand was the sweaty one?"

"no!"

"but it was."

"let's just say it was both of our hands, yeah?" she looked up at me. i would argue some more but i couldn't say no to her damn puppy-dog eyes.

"fine," i sighed.

"how long have we been walking?"

"thirty minutes. it's 12:46," i reported before slipping my phone back in my pocket.

"what is there to do at 12:46?"

"clubs, drinking, having sex, walking, sleeping, breaking into old buildings, the usual."

"they all sound fun."

"what ideas do you have?"

"let's make a list," she sat down on the sidewalk and leaned against a building. she stared at me until i did the same.

"what do we make the list on? we don't have paper."

"give me your phone," she held out her hand and i placed my phone in it.

we sat in silence while she typed up her list. every time i tried to look she would gently push me back and grin at me.

"done!" she chirped. she stood up before handing my phone back to me.

in my notes a short list was typed up. it read:

shit to do:
1. walk through park
2. buy alcohol
3. break into old building
4. drink
5. find hotel/motel
6. sleep

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