The Garage Band》A.I.《

Chapter 12

*A week later*

School is nearing. I can feel it creeping up on me, like someone in the bushes.

But at least there's something fun happening between now and then... mine and Luke's birthday! That's right, Luke and Lylla Hemmings are turning 18! I'm so excited, I mean I will finally be an adult. Not to mention the fact that I can drink (legally) and watch R18 movies (legally). Essentially I can do what I do now without having to worry about getting caught. Yay!

For our birthday we're going to go to a bar with the boys, and then do whatever. Not too fancy, we'll probably end up doing more covers for YouTube, it's still gonna be lots of fun. Knowing the boys, they'll definitely have something else up their sleeves to torment Luke, so it should be good.

Sitting around talking about it with the boys was hilarious. Michael kept on saying they needed to get Luke a "female counterpart" that night, while Luke is just sitting there totally not computing. It really is an amazing moment.

When he finally clicks, he goes bright red and says," Oh...ah.. No...um... that's alright, I think I'll pass. But thanks for the offer." and changes the topic to Fifa.

I look over at Ash, uninterested. We've been dating for a week now and he's the cutest thing ever. Every night before bed he texts me, saying goodnight. It may sound cheesy, but that's the way we are. It's nice knowing someone's thinking about you while they're lying in bed trying to fall to sleep.

I find him, looking over at me. We lock eyes, then he puts his head down and begins to start writing on something on front of him. I briefly wonder about what he's doing before I write it off as a song. More than often I find him scribbling something on refill paper, only to realize it's a lyric to some song he shows us the next day. It's been three weeks and already I've begun to notice things like that, slight give-away's to who he is. It's something that I haven't seen in other people, and it's kind of refreshing.

Ash looks up again, meeting my previously un-seeing eye's. He glances down and rips off the page he was writing on, folds it in half and slides it over to me across the table. I look up at him head-on with a questioning look, he's giving nothing away. I cautiously take the paper and unfold it.