Him ↠ afi

"I REALLY like you."

As my memory fades in the last thing I remember is having a movie night and the dozing off in Ashton's lap on the couch in my room.

Boy, does Ashton bring me joy. If only he knew that he has changed me but only for the good. That hazel eyed beauty has made me complete. He makes this fucked up world look like it's perfect. Ashton and I both have had our troubles but that's what is good about us, common grounds.

I don't know if this was a dream or not because it felt so real. Ashton asked me to elope, he asked me to run away with him and I said yes. It probably was a dream and that was sort of disappointing but also satisfying because I would like to graduate and also we haven't been dating long. I would like to take my time since this is my first relationship.

Then I felt someone flop on top of me and start to tickle me which ruined the moment of course but also confirmed that, indeed, it was a dream.

I just want to say that I am in fact very ticklish so therefore I don't like being tickle. I actually despise it which is probably why all my friends tickle me. I swear to god, I'm about to kill my boyfriend.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed scruffy looking hair in my face and I knew for a fact that it wasn't mine.

"Ashton." I said through giggles while swatting him for nearly crushing me and waking me up.

I continue to slap him until he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. God, I hate him for being so cute.

He then whispered in my ear.

"You wanna go on a date?" He said with what sounded like a smirk.

"Why not." I stated nonchalantly and Ashton gasped probably because I wasn't overly excited about it but what do you expect, I mean, I just woke up.

"Ash," I said taking my hands through his hair. "It's not cute when you plop down on me, ok?" I continued.

All he could do was giggle at me.

******

Ashton took me to this fancy restaurant knowing that I don't expect anything extravagant.
I mean, yeah, it's nice to be a gentleman every once in awhile but I'm nothing special so what's the point?

As Ashton and I sat down at our reserved table, he began to act quite nervous and anxious which was sporadic for him. Ashton has only been anxious a handful of times and they all had to do with me which caused me to get butterflies in my stomach.

I swear it's just like having a kindergarten crush although I was a serious, loyal ass mofo js.

I was more loyal back then compared to these whores nowadays. Ashton grabbed my hands that were placed on the table and smoothly rubbed circles in them as we both just stared into each other's eyes, his hazel ones and my brown ones.

"I brought you here because couples usually take a date to a fancy restaurant and I thought it would be a good to treat you like a lady one night." He said nervously and shyly with a added shrug at the end of the sentence.

I couldn't help but laugh at him because he was so anxious and was blushing profusely. It took every cell in my body to control my urge to reach a crossed this table and connect our lips. They looked so soft and plump and I just wanted to feel them on mine.

God, Mordecai, this boy has literally drove you insane and corrupted to the point where you have no self control.

"Did I mention how handsome you look?" I asked him trying to converse with him.

"No, actually, you didn't." He said so casually like it rolled off of his tongue and his aura changed. He sat now with his hands folded under his chin with a amused smirk yet his eyes glistened in the restaurant lighting. We had already ordered and finished the bread that they had supplied us with.