to the moon. /m.c./

t w e n t y f o u r

 "I'm falling for an idiot," I sighed, my head tilted backwards as Joy touched up the red.

"An idiot? How is Michael an idiot?"

I turned around swiftly, nearly coating Joy in hair dye. "Not Michael, you idiot, Ashton!" I sighed. "Well, I don't know. But I mean, Ashton's my boyfriend, and I really do care for him."

"Have you two—"

"Yes."

"You and Michael?"

"No."

She groaned. "Josie, you need to give me more information here, I'm feeling lost and confused half the time because you can barely decide whether you want paper or plastic bags at the supermarket! It's really an easy decision, Jos. Paper, or plastic?"

I sighed. "Paper. Wait...is Ashton paper or plastic?"

She laughed. "He's paper, you idiot. Choose the right one and everything will turn out fine."

"I'm going to call Michael."

I dialled Michael's number, and he picked up quickly. "You rang?"

I smirked. "Hey. How are things?"

"Not well," he responded. "I have a bit of a weird question—don't judge me."

"What's your question?"

"Wanna sleep over?"

I laughed. "What's wrong, Michael?"

"Chelsea. She cheated on me."