to the moon. /m.c./

t w e n t y n i n e

 I sat by the fireplace in my parents' house, Ashton by my side. He was playing with my hand, bending my fingers this way and that. "Hey, Josie..."

"Yeah, Ash?"

He turned my hand over. "You never told me what this means." He ran his fingers over my tattoo, staring at it. It was a small moon with the lyrics to Ben Folds' song The Luckiest. 'I am, I am, I am the luckiest.'

I laughed. "Oh, this thing? Well, it's two things. Firstly, I was a huge Ben Folds fan. Like obsessive." Ashton giggled, leaning his chin on the top of my head. "Secondly, it's to remind myself that I'm so lucky to be where I am right now, even though I've struggled and such. It's just a reminder to be optimistic, I guess."

"I think I'm the lucky one here," Ashton said. "I mean, look at my beautiful girlfriend."

I laughed. "Oh, shush."

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was from Calum. 'Rethink our proposal? Clifford's missing ya x'

"Who was that from?" Ashton asked.

"Oh, no one," I sighed. "Hey, I'm going to go into the kitchen and see if my mother needs help, alright?"

"Okay, see you in a few. I love you."

I stopped in my tracks, turning back to Ashton. "Uh, thanks."