the notes [m.c.]

seventeen- too much

hAhA this ones gunna be long cuz shit goes doooowwn
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I took a deep breath.

I'm done with him. I'm done with Ashton. I have to be.

I walked away from the window, wiping the tears from my eyes.

I really didn't care what I was going to wear, so I just grabbed some black jeans and Michael's black muscle tee. I slipped it over my bando and put my hair up in a bun. fuck it.

"babe! breakfast!" Michael yelled to me.

I walked downstairs and saw scrambled eggs, toast, sliced apples, and orange juice on a plate. not too shabby, Clifford. not to shabby.

Michael smiled and looked me up and down.

"how?" Michael smirked.

"uh...what?" I walked toward him and grabbed the plate and a fork.

"how do you just look good all the time? you don't even have to try. you're just...woah. all the time," Michael starting babbling and I giggled.

I placed a finger on his lips to make him stop talking. his cheeks turned a bright pink and I bit my lip.

"thank you," I smiled and started eating.

"it's only 7:15. you wanna go for a walk or something?" Michael had already finished his breakfast and was cleaning off his plate.

"I was actually planning on going to the library, if you were okay with that. I need to get stuff for my history project. you wanna come with? you don't even need to go in, if you don't want," I said while I also finished my food.

"yeah, sounds good. while you're there I'll get donuts?" Michael said suggestively.

"sure. you can get donuts. as long as you get me like four...or five....maybe six, I don't know. just get two dozen. we'll just see how it goes," I looked down and realized I just admitted my fatness. I'm lame.

"you're adorable. let's get going," Michael grabbed his keys and we left.

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I couldn't get Ashton off my mind.

the whole damn car ride I was looking out the window, praying we'd see Ashton walking.

I need to talk to him.

the fuck?

he's supposed to be fake-dating belle.

how could he have come to my house and say 'I love you?'

shit, I had forgotten about belle. she's supposed to tell us about the date at school.

that'll be interesting.

Michael parked the car and I realized I hadn't said a word the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask questions.

"babe? are you okay? you didn't say a word the whole ride..." Michael looked at me concerned.

"yeah. uh, yeah. sorry. I'll be back. go get the donuts," I flashed a smile at him and he drove away excitedly.

I walked quickly inside, as I've done so many times before. this feels so natural. as if I've done it every day, for years. I feel like I know my note pal.

which is crazy, of course. I mean, I've only been writing him for a few days.

since...last Friday? today makes it six days.

six days of notes. almost a week.

yet, it feels natural sharing my secrets with a stranger.

for all I know, my note pal could be an 80 year old man.