Greg’s POV:
I was just pulling up to Dylan’s house. Goodness this house was nice! Dylan was cool we hang out sometimes when he’s over with Ash. I was walking up to the door when I got a text. From Avery: We need more food. I’m going out what do you want?
I read it and answered back. To Avery: Smoothie stuff, lettuce, and Captain Crunch! Please! She sent a quick ok and I put my phone away. I knocked on the door and not even a minute later Rebecca opened the door. “Hey Bec! Where’s Ash I have to talk to him.”
“Oh come in! They are in the movie room. I was just bringing them snacks I can walk you down there.”
“Okay thanks.” Is all I said while walking down the hall with her. We made small talk until we saw what was in the theater. The sight in front of me was shocking my jaw hit the floor and a gasp escaped mine and Rebecca’s lips. She dropped the tray of snacks she was holding and there heads whipped to the door where we were standing. Before I could even process what was happening my feet were carrying me out the front door. I wasn’t mad or anything I was just confused. First Ashton tells me he likes Zoe, Avery’s old friend. Then they get in a fight and he kisses me, then he runs off to his friends house tells him he loves him and start kissing! I sit on the stairs of Dylan’s porch. My head was spinning and I just couldn’t think straight. My head was in my hands and I could hear someone walking behind me but I wasn’t sure who. I thought I heard crying though. Who would be crying?
I looked up and to my surprise it was...
I know this is short but I was getting yelled at to upload who was in the door... MUAHAHAHA I left you with another cliff hanger! I will try to upload either tomorrow or tonight if I have enough time. (Most likely tomorrow) Sorry... :)
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