Dark dreams- Part 18

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"I..- I'm sorry!" I stated, stumbling upon my own words.

Ashton sits up, still holding me - refusing to let go - ands begins to tap his fingers on my back.

"Ash?" I ask, hesitantly.

"Hmmm?" he (continuesly) hums, making me smirk a little bit.

"Who are you?"

The question seems to really have frozen the ice- solid cold.

"Wh- what do you mean?'

"I mean, what are your hobbies? Do you work? Do you sing? Play any instruments? Have any siblings? Do yo-"

"Alright, alright," he cuts me short, "well," Ashton then proceeded to answer all of my questions.

After at least a good hour of Ashton rambling on and on, I was beginning to get sleepy- again, despite the fact it was 5pm, just.

"And that one time- Rebecca? Rebecca- are you listening to me?" he questioned me with a slight offense in his tone. Ashton's  words were cut to an end after  he saw me finally sleeping.

As though I were in a coma, never to wake up, I rested my tired, restless body, leaving 'Dreamland' to wash off today's stress.

"Oh- Jesus. You were tired.." he (shockingly) expressed.

I forced myself to suppress a giggle at that..

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