Project Fuckboy || a.i

Chapter 23// Carnival

I basically wrote a long chapter today and thought I should divide it in half so I can torture you guys. The next part is going to be up tomorrow and it's called 'You and Me' XD 

something happens!!!

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Ashton's POV

There would be nothing better than the feeling of Azalea's hands around my neck, dipping me closer, her pink lips on mine, matching my ecstasy. In that moment, I close the gap between us and I kiss her, and she kisses me back. 

And then it's happening. My nerves are going haywire. My head is spinning. I finally have her.

In a children's tent from Walmart so small we struggle to sit properly, we share our first real kiss.

If only it happened in real life.

Azalea's POV

He's so vulnerable I can't. Not like this, not now. I turn my head at the last second, and Ashton slowly opens his eyes, seeing that I haven't met him in the middle.

I don't know why I didn't kiss him. But it felt...terrifying. The fact that I almost gave myself up to someone who wasn't Michael, when every single scenario of a kiss I'd imagined had involved him. 

"I only came here to say sorry," I say to Ashton, standing up abruptly. My cheeks are burning a scarlet red. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way. But I already have a prom date."

I look down and notice that Ashton has put his face in his hands, and I feel ten times guiltier than I already was. 

"Who?" he asks me calmly.

But I don't need to say it for him to figure it out.

Ashton goes still, not lifting his head.

Unable to say another word, I walk out of the tent, leaving Ashton heartbroken behind me.   

It's better this way, I convince myself. I'll probably end up going to prom with Michael. It's true something has changed between me and Ashton, but Michael still lingers somewhere, like a ghost that haunts me. They're both strong emotions I can't shake off. And I don't know how to organize my feelings yet, so it's okay. I don't have to feel like a horrible person.

But why did I feel like one?

Project Fuckboy: for the remedy of the mind

Step 5. Kiss a girl. Really kiss a girl. X

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"You're late," Luke says as soon as we pull up at the drive-in downtown. I've endured a painfully long and awkward car ride with Ashton, and had drowned my feelings in my Halsey playlist, earphones plugged in. "Hurry up, alright? She's here in an hour," Luke presses, pulling on my hand. He nearly drags me out of the car, and across from me, Ashton gets out with a huff. 

The drive-in is a cute Tumblr-looking hangout for couples my age. Usually, it's packed with cars and people and sound. But now, the whole place is empty, leaving the entire area open for us to set up. Luke brags that he basically rented out the theatre and paid the sketchy dude at the ticket box to let him borrow it for an hour. The place apparently holds a lot of memories with him and Jade, and he insists on making it perfect. His plan is to hang the word 'Prom?' on the screen, so that it will glow when the screen is turned on.

"What are you actually going to do when she gets here?" Ashton asks gruffly, looking at the pile of huge opaque letters that spell 'P' 'R' 'O' 'M' '?' on the ground.