I opened my eyes and found myself in a bed. It wasn't my hotel room. I pulled myself up and looked around. I get worried. I don't recognize my surroundings. Once off the bed, I make my way to the door and slowly open it. It's just Ashton's apartment. I make my way to the couch and yawn really loud. He pops his head out of the bathroom.
"Morning!" He said through his toothpaste foam filled mouth. I laugh at his voice.
"Morning. How exactly did I get here last night?" I say as he comes out of the bathroom.
"You passed out in the back of the car and I brought you up."
"Did you sleep in the bed-"
"No? I was nice and gave you my bed. I took the couch."
"Oh. Sorry."
"No problem. I couldn't sleep anyways."
"Aww. Again sorry. You could have woken me up!"
"I tried!" He said laughing.
"Where's Aria?"
"She had to work this morning. I dropped her off. I actually have to work too."
"Oh."
"You wanna come?"
"Really?"
"Yeah! I'm heading to the Golden Gate Bridge again. I figured you'd want to see it at dawn."
"What time is it?"
"5:30."
"Damn!"
"What?"
"It's early."
"So lets go!"
"Can I change?"
"You look beautiful! C'mon!"
He grabs my arm as I stand up and drags me to the car. We make it to the bridge and the sun rising looked beautiful. I must have had a big stupid grin because Ashton snapped a picture. I just laughed and hopped out of the car. He takes out a tag and places it on the window. It must be his slip to stop on the road. We begin walking on the paved path and he's behind me clicking away. I glance to the side and my fear of bridges seems to go away. My frozen position must have scared Ashton because he comes running.
"Hey! You alright?" He says nervously, then smiles.
"Yeah. I think I'm over bridges. It's actually peaceful and-" he's laughing at me. "What?"
"You're funny. C'mon. Only a few more pictures." He says. I keep walking, but he grabs my wrist.
"You want to take the last few?" He says gazing with excitement.
"Sure!" I say and take the camera off his neck. I turn around quickly. His hand on my wrist made me jump. I start snapping pictures and he's sitting against the barrier. He looks so surreal and beautiful. I snap the picture and turn quickly. I look at it a minute and smile. I begin snapping more shots. When I'm done I sit next to Ashton and rest my head on his shoulder. He smiles, but stares in the distance.
"Can I see the pictures?" He asks.
"Yeah." I say and hand him the camera, forgetting the picture of him is on there.
"What's this?" He asks.
"You made the picture." I say laughing lightly.
"Thanks. How about one together?" He asks placing the camera lens in front of us.
"Sure." I smile and look into the camera.
It's actually a good picture. We look happy and like those sappy people that nothing bad ever happens to. I smile at the picture.
"I guess you like it." He laughs and stands up.
"It's a great picture of u-" I am about to say us and stop myself. We are not an us. I stand up and we begin walking back to to the car.
"Of us?" He laughs and I nod.
"We aren't really an us." I say and he rolls his eyes. He quickens his pace and I try to follow, but give up. I hop in the car and he stays silent. I shrug it off and rest my head on the seatbelt. I hear him huff and ignore it. He was being stubborn for no reason. I just focused on the music for half an hour and when he finally pulled the car up to the hotel, he spoke.
"We're here."
"Thanks." I say and go for my bag.
"See you soon." He mumbles and I open the door.
"Bye." I say and cross the car to get into the hotel. Whatever his deal was, I wasn't that determined. Ashton would get over it soon enough. I was tired though and as soon as I got to my room, I fell asleep.
I was really having fun with Ashton today. I had no idea what his problem was. We are really close. I don't understand why he got all weird. There was no relationship us. We were friends. That's all. If he thought more of our friendship, I wouldn't understand it. I've never been good at that. I'm great with advice, but I can never follow it. My brain never clicked when I needed it to. It was stupid that way. I was stupid that way.
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Relocating
Teen FictionWanting to start new, Rachel Mason leaves the East Coast and moves to San Francisco, California. At 20, she's hoping her young age will take her far and meets people along the way that will stick with her forever.