august 20th

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by whateverpunk

by whateverpunk

S E V E N

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[incoming call: unknown number]

"elina," he breathes in relief.

a small smile makes its way onto my lips. "hi, ashton."

"did you get my voicemail?" he asks, worry laced in his tone.

i bite my lip. "yeah," i tell him. "i understand."

he's quiet. "yeah," he finally says, like it makes sense.

i snort. "well, this isn't awkward at all."

ashton giggles and the atmosphere immediately becomes comfortable. there's shuffling on the other line. "what are you doing?" he asks.

"uh, i was watching netflix."

"what were ya watching?" he asks like it's a game of 20 questions, giggling again.

my smile gets bigger as he continues giggling quietly in the background. "criminal minds," i tell him, biting my lip.

he groans, the giggles ceasing to escape his lips. "i've heard about that show."

"it's good, you should watch it."

"maybe i will."

i hum in response.

he sighs and says another thing, one of which i don't pay much attention to.

here we are pretending like everything's normal. it's obvious we have feelings for each other, yet we're sitting around having pointless conversations about something that doesn't even matter. if we're not "allowed" to be together, then why are we still talking?

"el?" ashton repeats and i can almost see the smile painted on his pink lips.

"huh?"

"i asked if you've ever watched happy tree friends."

the corners of my lips twitch into a smile despite my attempts to stop."is that a kid's show?" my nose scrunches in confusion yet the smile stays plastered onto my face.

he giggles again. "no!" he squeals. "it's so disturbing and it's just an animated show that looks like it should be for kids, but it's not. oh, god. don't ever watch it."

i nod my head. "got it."

"hey, el? i really wish i could talk for longer, but the boys — "

i nod my head. "yeah," i interrupt. "i understand," i repeat, not listening to his goodbye as i end the call and throw my phone on the ground somewhere beside me.

what is wrong with me?