Hey guys! So I know I've been majorly slacking (it's been a year - stop reminding me. I know this, I promise), and it was a combination of Wattpad giving me issues, and me spending as much of my free time as possible with my *then new* boyfriend. I'm sorry I never finished either of my fics. I'm not really into 5sos anymore, but I'll finish this story at least, and maybe try to start something new. I dunno, we'll see. Hope you all like this extremely short chapter! - Jessi (:
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Friday, October 24th, 2014
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I spent most of today lazing around, trying - and failing - to get some homework done. The weather has started getting chillier, and it's sucked my motivation to do anything down the drain.
Ashton called late in the evening with a quaver in his voice, asking me to tell him a story.
This is becoming a thing now I guess.
His voice sounded so frail; so vulnerable. I couldn't possibly refuse him.
I whispered tales of princesses and princes, knights and dragons in to my phone until my voice was hoarse, and my eyes drooped shut. As I slowly lost consciousness, I heard him breathe out ragged words of thanks.
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I'm starting to think that this whole journal thing is less and less about my life being cliché, and more and more about Ashton than anything else.
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Cliché // a.i.
FanfictionI don't even know how to start a journal, but I guess 'Hi' is a good way to go about it? I'm Autumn, and my life is a total muddle of cliché moments. Most start a journal to document their everyday lives, or to have something to look back on. Not m...
