"So, we still have about an hour before 2nd period and I can just walk with you to all our classes." Luke said before slumping down on the ground, leaning against my locker. I follow suit, sitting down about a foot from him. As soon as he notices the distance between us, he reaches over, taking hold of my hips and pulling me closer, so our sides were touching. I blushed, but kept my gaze on the floor.
"So Ashton, tell me a little about yourself."
"What do you wanna know?" I asked curiously.
"Anything. What are you like? Favorite music? Why you moved? Weirdo habits? Favorite place? Favorite color? Anything." He listed, seeming genuinely interested in me.
"Well, I'm Ashton. My favorite music is everything. Literally. I listen to everything from call me maybe to ...and then she bled and everything in between. My favorite band is probably Pierce the Veil or Blink 182. Ooh! Or Bring me the Horizon, I love them too. Anyway we moved because my dad died and my mom got a job here. Weirdo habits? I don't know. I'm kinda weird all around. My favorite place is back in New York. There was this abandoned building far enough from the city that you could see the stars perfectly and I used to go up to the roof and watch the sky. My favorite color is black. Uh, yeah. That about sums me up entirely.." I say, allowing my voice to fade quietly at the end.
He gives me a weird look then goes on a rant about himself. He speaks so fast and happily and I can't help but admire him while he talks. The way his mouth moves and the way he laughs at himself. How he uses those big hand gestures over nothing. My first impression of him was so obviously wrong. He's like a little kid stuck in a teenagers body. I adore that. He seems so content with the world as he rambles about how cute penguins are and how he wishes he could have one as a pet.
I wish I was like that. I don't remember ever being like that. I've always been kind of detached from the world. Lost in my own bubble. A miserable bubble.
As Luke continues to ramble, the bell rings. He bolts up to his feet and holds out a hand to help me up. After we brush off our backs, he leads me into second period, going on about me meeting his friends. I roll my eyes and smile, glad I ran into him this morning.
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You Can't Save Me..
Fanfiction"You just can't save me." She would say. "I can try." He whispered as she drifted off to sleep. Her name was Ashton. She suffered from depression since age 8, been cutting since age 10, and starving since age 12. She knew from the beginning she had...
