I am completely, absolutely, obsessed with him. No doubt, I've found my first love. Worst part is, he only wants me for my low tolerance for alcohol at parties. Or maybe the fact that he still thinks I'm oblivious.
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Again? I can't comprehend his party side, so easy to achieve yet so hard to understand. "Ashton is having a party this Thursday, 11 to 5, we're going." He smirked while I was putting on sweatpants that I just happened to steal from his pile of laundry on the couch. "Luke," I sighed, "What do you mean, '11 to 5'? You never go to parties that early in the day." It's not untrue. Ashton wouldn't throw a party that early either. He laughed. "Babe, I'm not. 11 to 5 in the morning, duh." I couldn't help but giggle at his immensely sassy remark. "Well, if you really want, I'll go. But no beer." I smiled, hoping maybe this time would be different than the rest. "Babyyyy, please?" He whined. Guess not. "Luke, I'm not crashing there. I'm not puking there. I'm not making a fool of myself, and I'm definitely not going to hear 'oh my god, Arden is such a lightweight' again. Can't we just have a fun party? One in which you actually remember what happened, or what conversations we have or how I trip and break my nose or something dumb, just remember something. It's what actually makes the night fun." I rambled, emotions taking over. At least I wasn't crying, God forbid anyone cries in this relationship. Luke was taken aback, like I'd just proposed. "Uh, okay. I'll try, Arden, I promise." He stuttered. Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it.
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Sorry, this sucks and it's short but I have to get off the bus and this was supposed to be published by September of last year... Thanks for readinggggg xx
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Fiksi Penggemar"I'll be here- Not there in the kitchen with the girl Who's always gossiping about her friends, So tell them I'll be here- Right next to the boy who's throwing up cause He can't take what's in his cup no more. Oh God why am I here?" Copyright: Son...
