It's Time |A.I|

06

Chapter Six

Definitions-

Clavicle: technical term for collarbone.

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Flashback

"I had a really nice time today, thank you." I looked up from my hands, done fiddling with them for the time being. Ashton and I were parked in my driveway; he was waiting for me to get out. For some reason I didn't want to. I wanted this moment to last forever. However, I didn't know why.

"You are very much welcome." His dimples poked his cheeks as he smiled wide. Jesus, you could fit the whole Grand Canyon in those things. Ashton looked over to my door, "I think someone is waiting for you." He motioned to my father who just so happened to walk right on the front porch.

I rolled my eyes, "Of course there is." Unbuckling my seatbelt, my hand reached the door handle.

"Wait.." Ashton said, grabbing my attention. He looked somewhat nervous with what he was trying to say. "We should do this again sometime, yeah?"

I nodded my head. "Of course." I watched Ashton start his engine and pull slowly away. I didn't start walking towards my dad until his car was just a speck on the horizon. "Dad, why were you watching me?" I asked, irritated that he would even think about keeping an eye out for me. I was nineteen for heavens sake.

"Hey, don't give me that attitude! I am your father and it's my job to make sure you're safe." He paused for a moment and then continued, "And I wanted to make sure this 'guy' wasn't going to try and funny business with my little girl."

"Dad, I'm nineteen. I know what to do if someone were to force themselves on me. And besides," I crossed my arms over my chest. "Ashton would never do that, he's too nice."

"Hey Lemonade, you never know what any boy is capable of." My father ruffled my hair a little, making me scowl.

"It seriously took me three minutes this morning to do my hair, can you not?"

Chuckling, he left the hallway we were occupying. "Oh, and don't forget your mother and I are having some dinner guests." Too late, I already forgot. I sighed, walking up the carpeted stairs. They creaked under my weight and even though they were just stairs, they made me feel slightly self-conscious. Wow Adelaide, way to let stairs ruin your good day. I threw my bag on the floor as soon as I entered. Today was an exhuasting day, but also fun. More exhuasting,but still pretty awesome I guess. Thanks to Ashton.

I loved his eyes, I liked the way his dimples pierced his cheeks when he smile at something he finds funny, and I loved the way his mouth moved with each syllable he pronounced. His accent, his hands; he had me swooning by merely nothing. All the things he could do today just swirled throughout my brain. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts. We don't need fantasies about a co-worker. That's a recipe for disaster. But nonetheless, I couldn't stop myself from stumbling on his image imprinted in my mind. He was so nice and ecstatic about the little things and made me giddy when we were working together. He was just so perfect. Even though this was our first time working together.

But the sad thing is.... I don't think he knows it.

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"Honey!" My mother yelled throughout the house. "Will you help me with dinner?" The way her voice rattled the house made me cringe. Jesus mother, haven't you heard of walking up the stairs and ask me?