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three: story time

It only takes about ten minutes of silence before Ashton is doing something again. This time, the annoying endeavor he takes on for the time being is singing. Yes, singing. If I weren't so annoyed at him for being him, I'd say he is a good singer. However, because just looking at him pisses me off, I decide against boosting his ego.

"You know," Ashton finally says scratching at the nape of his neck. "You never actually told me your name."

I give him a smirk realizing I have the upper hand. Then, my smirk goes away realizing it's not much of an upper hand. "That sounds like a personal question."

He laughs and shakes his head. "C'mon. We're gonna be trapped here for God knows how long. I think I at least deserve to know your name!"

I sigh. "My name is Erika."

"Nice to finally, formally, meet you, Erika."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. I begin to look at Ashton for real now and pick up on things I didn't before because what else are you going to do when you're trapped in an elevator with a supposedly famous drummer who was on his way home from a not-so successful one-night-stand.

Ashton has hazel eyes and scruffy hair. That's all I could really pick up on because they seemed to put me in a trance of sorts. He looks like he knows he's attractive, which I guess I'll admit. Maybe, if he's good, we can remain on speaking terms. After all, Penny's favorite band is 5 Seconds of Summer, and it would be nice to have some leeway over her the next time she asks me to get the damn milk.

Who knows? Maybe she'll get stuck in an elevator with that Carl one?

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Ashton says snapping me out of my thoughts. I just give him a look. No point in giving him an ego boost today, so I just play it cool.

"Wow, you're super humble in your looks. I wasn't even looking at you like that, gosh."

A huge smirk appears on Ashton's lips and I immediately realize my mistake. "I never said anything about my looks, Erika."

"Have I told you I hate you, yet?"

"No."

"Ashton, I hate you."

He laughs. Yes, he laughs at me telling him I hate him. Is he some sick and twisted joke in and of himself because I don't know what more I can do to get him to hate me just as much as I hate him. Maybe if he wasn't so mainstream and annoying, we could have something in common.

"You don't hate me, Erika," he finally says after calming himself down.

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"You know my name not my story."

Ashton raises his brow. "So tell me then."

I scoff. "What? No."

"Why not?" Ashton says crossing his long arms over his chest. I notice his long fingers peek from under his arms. Damn, I know from Penny that this guy supposedly has long fingers, and man, she isn't wrong. His fingers, alone, are probably bigger than my head.

I just sigh and shrug. "Because I'm not much of an emotion sharing person."

This seems to upset Ashton, and quite frankly, I'm not sure why. I also find it kind of weird because why would someone I literally just met five minutes ago want to "know my story" and get upset when I say no? It's all very bizarre, and I have a feeling Ashton is one of the emotion sharing people.

"That's a shame," Ashton says breaking me from my thoughts. "I don't understand people who don't like sharing. I mean, if you don't share, how do you ever get things off your chest and feel better?"