Wrong Mr. //c.h DISCONTINUED

C.4

I woke up with a cool breeze fanning my face. I must've left the window open last night. I reached over the drawer and grabbed my phone. I decided to text Grace.

Hey! Are you free today? I was thinking of shopping (:

Few seconds later I get a response.

:( I have to babysit my little cousin today. Sorrryyy!

Awhh poo you

You love me (;

Shutup <33

How about Ashton?

Heyy.. Remember me? Banana girl you saw at the store....

Few seconds later...

Righhtttt! Whats up? x

I remember yesterday when you told me that we should hang out sometime? How about...

Today?

Yeah... I was gonna go shopping but my friend is busy :/

Are you using me! ):

No no no! I just wanted to take up on that offer :D

I'll pick you up at 10

Okayy

I texted Ashton my address so he can pick me up. It's weird that I trust a person that I don't even know... What if he kidnaps me? What if he's a bad person. He doesn't seem like one. I stood up and got ready. After finishing I raced downstairs to see my parents eatting breakfast.

"Good morning. What are you up to?" Mom smiled handing me a bagel, already with cream cheese.

"I'm actually gonna go out with a friend today." I took a bite and sat next to the counter top.

"No Gracie?" Dad asked, sipping his coffee.

"No she's busy babysitting her cousin today. I'm hanging out with Ashton instead." I span myself in the chair a few times.

"Oh. Ashton. Who's that?" Dad raised his eyebrows. My parents aren't strict about me having a boyfriend or liking a boy but they would prefer that I focus on school and work.

"A friend I met yesterday while buying groceries." I smiled, remembering how girly and energetic he was.

"Ohhh. Well be careful. You just must him yesterday.." Dad warned.

"Don't worry. He's really nice. I'll call you if I need anything." I looked in the mirror and fixed my self. Brushing my hair one more time.

"You never know." Dad said.

"I'll be fine." I rolled my eyes.

"Have fun." Mom smiled.

I finished my bagel and glass of orange juice. I went upstairs to grab my bag and heard the doorbell from downstairs. I quickly ran down and put on some shoes.

"I'll get it." I yelled and opened the door. Ashton was standing there, smiling with his hands in his pocket. He was wearing black jeans, a joy division shirt, and a fedora. I like that outfit on him.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hey." I replied, fixinf my shirt.

"Ohhh! You must be Ashton." Mom came over. Shit.

"Ashton, mom, mom, Ashton. Oh look at the time gotta go!" I grabbed Ashton's hand and ran out.

"Nice to meet-" I dragged him miles away from my mom. "You?" He looked at me all confused while running after me.