four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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A S H T O N

"Its Ace. This is so cool. Have you eaten these?" Sarah asked and unfortunately I haven't.

     "Nope. What are those?" I asked and I was trying to figure out where is Ace sitting. "Ace where'd you bought it? Her favorite?"

     Sarah gave him her phone so Ace's face is what I'm seeing. "Uhm. At the London Eye. You should try there! There's a lot to see over that place." He recommended.

     "I might take that suggestion thank you. Is it her favorite? She doesn't seems like to talk to me anymore by the minute she had it."

     He looked over her and grin, "Its the least. Her new favorite is that Coffee shop called Latté I think, I don't remember it and she orders a cappuccino coffee.  Its like she comes over there," he tilts his head side by side as he tell me the story. These two are really bestfriends, they can never be stopped when started. "Takes a train just to buy a coffee. Every week she'd come over to my office to keep me as a company."

     "You're my bestfriend. You should be grateful to be my company!" I heard her complain and Ace made face. I laughed.

     "You sleeping over?" I asked because there's this thing I feel that I couldn't resist.

     Jealousy.

     Its like he was there. Sitting. Be able to see her, touch her, and do things for her. I missed her badly.

     "Is that okay with you? I just can't drive for another few miles." Ace asked. What a gentleman, I can say.

     "I mean its not my house but I am her boyfriend and I don't expect you to expect me to let her sleep with you."

     "There's a lot of expectations here! He can have the couch." Sarah said and took her phone off of Ace. "Downstairs."

     "I couldn't sleep there. You know that." Ace interfered.

     "Why? You sleeping with him?" I asked.

     "No!"

     "Yes." Ace said, "We were sleeping each other's side when she wasn't your girlfriend. I am his bestfriend Ashton. I respect this woman beside me just as much as you respect her and her parents." I heard a warning in his tone. Its been three years since I've talked to him and a lot of things changed about him. He talked formally, his gestures were limited but flawless I could say. Just like a prince on England.

     "Don't mind him. I'm gonna send him out of the room."

      "Whatever. Its like I could do anything."

I turned off the Facetime.