Now Playing: Pink + White ~ Frank Ocean
Narrative
Barstow, California
A/N : this mf long
"Okay..." Ashia walked to the stairs and slowly walked up them. The pictures all over the walls made her smile. Angela was good decorator. She came to the end of the hall and saw a door close with soft rock music coming from it. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
In Aaron's room, he sits on his bed, headphones on and softly strumming chords on his guitar. He seems lost in his thoughts and music. He hears the knock on the door and stops playing. He rises and walks over to the door, opening it to see her standing there.
"Hey." She smiled, nervously, awkwardly waving.
Aaron blinks a bit, surprised to see her outside his door. He returns the smile, albeit somewhat warily. "Hey. What are you doing here?" He asked, slowly looking her up and down, but not in a weird way.