arachnophobia ➸ a.i.

❁ f o u r ❁

- Leah -

*unknown number*- hey

Lentil- Fuck off, Michael.

*unknown number*- lmao sorry about yesterday

Lentil- I said, fuck off, Michael.

Michael😒- do you forgive me?

Lentil- No.

Lentil- Why don't you use caps?

Michael😒- caps are intimidating

Lentil- ... How?

Michael😒- don't ask. i don't know they're just intimidating

Lentil- Ugh whatever.

Michael😒- have you talked to ash since you punched him lmao

Lentil- ... No, why?

Michael😒- jw. he's not mad, you know. talk to him.

Lentil- I don't want to. I'm still fed up with all of you. Besides, Ashton and I aren't exactly best buddies. There's no reason for me to talk to him

Michael😒- plz

Lentil- No. You're annoying.

Michael😒- plz

Lentil- Stop

Michael😒- plz

Lentil- You sound like a twelve year old boy begging for nudes in omegle omfg, shut the fuck up

Michael😒- lmao you are so mean. please just talk to him

Lentil- No.

I set my phone down, sighing. I needed some peace. Grabbing a pillow from my bed, I walked out onto my porch and sat down in the chair, remembering that I left my phone inside. Being addicted to technology is a real struggle.

Only minutes later, I heard the obnoxious sliding sound near me and snapped around to see Ashton opening his porch door. He closed it and sat down in his own chair.

"Get the hell away." I muttered, looking at the sky. Can't I get some peace anywhere around here?

"I'm not bothering you, Lentil." He snapped. I looked at him for a moment, and then back at the sky. Only moments later, a strong, uncomfortable scent met my poor nose.

"What the hell?" I glared at Ashton. "You know, smoking is really bad for you."

"I don't really care." He muttered calmly.

"You will when you have lung cancer." I huffed.

"Okay." He shrugged, pulling the cigarette to his lips again and letting out another cloud of smoke.

"It's also really bad for the environment. You're killi-"

"I said, okay." Ashton snapped, finally meeting my eyes. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair, attempting to rest with the disgusting scent next to me. Suddenly, I realized how much he did for me. I mean, he had given me clothes, one hundred dollars, and allowed me to borrow his iPhone for a few hours. I would probably never do that for anyone. Feeling guilty, I decided to be nice to him. Maybe he'll return the favor.

"Thank you for what you did yesterday." I muttered sheepishly after a long silence.

"It's not like I wanted to." He rolled his eyes.